Still
A ripple for every moment

Still like an untouched lake. Catching the sky near and far. Knowing not where to go, but where to be. Not only a reflection, but a glimmer in the eye.

Santa

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Journal

A Bad Day

December 19th, 2005

Last night I was breaking down. I felt like I wasn't important to anyone anymore. But someone told me I was, and I felt better. It's funny. Just when you think all is lost, someone is watching out .....

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