Standing on the edge of a cliff trying to catch the wind, I can't forget how it ends or remember how it begins. Rain drops and snow flakes alike find their way into my hands, but they're not why I'm standing like a scare crow of a man. Gentle breeze, swaying trees. Soothing air, without care. Sometimes it feels like climbing a glass mountain in rain, other times it feels like looking for black sheep in vain. Some days it seems like trying to hold hands with time, other days it seems like deraili…
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Posted on September 18, 2009 at 11:40pm —
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