Wednesday, October 13, 2004

 

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Why is it I have all these words stored up inside of me, but when I come here I am at a loss?

When I have a pen in my hand I can write and write.. but typing the words out is not the same..

I love the smell of ink and paper and lead maybe that's why. something personal and romantic about it.

Maybe that is why I have an obsession with letters and notes.

Reading.. Alice Walker Now is the time to open your heart..

Listening to Chuck Prophet..

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