and if it is, it is one that i am not yet finished with.
i will walk elsewhere, i will learn the tongues of other rivers
i will know the curves of other hills, i will sleep beneath trees i have yet to meet, i will drink deep of hidden waters
but i will return to vermont
the sound of her heartbeat
a song on my lips
Friday, April 10, 2009
this is not a dream
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