Tuesday, June 3, 2008


and in the morning. there are always birds with pieces of 'home' in their mouths. they are building shelter. and a place to be.
and in the morning. it rained so hard. with words and language falling from the ceiling.
i sat there. amazed.
i have been working on my lit review. and there is so much to read. everytime i think i've got it. i find so much more. meaning. and then i begin again. with piles upon piles. i am drenched in words. and in the library, with all its books. i sit here and fall over. 
highlight. re-write. write. re-write. i don't want to forget a thing. i want to be filled by this...

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