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Wednesday, September 17, 2008

letting go.


with each sunset, the day retires for the night. the tide comes in to wash away the shore laden with sandcastles from the day before. already forgotten, but made with a superior innocence, love, and laughter.

"...each new season brings a change, and absense makes the heart grow strange, the windfall, the stars and rain collide, prince of tides...i wish you hope, i wish you well, within the chambers of your shell, i never wanted to choose sides, but its your fault and its your right, prince of tides..."

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