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Wednesday, February 23, 2011,
In the middle of the changing season, I casually feel how long the day is. In the midst of restless busy days, You and I paint our dream. Place our love on the winds of march, A cherry blossom sprout will move on into spring. Little specs of overflowing light, Warm up the morning, little by little. Standing at the entrance to a new world.. What I noticed was that I was not alone. Closing my eyes and- the you who I see behind my eyelids, Has somehow helped me to become stronger. I too, Want to be like that for you. ![]() TIEN.
2/23/2011 08:28:00 PM
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Books, History, Poetry, Art, Food, Music, Country Mountains, Writing, Dogs, Birds, Friends, The Wind through your hair, Sunbeams piercing through the clouds, The Ocean, Old Trees, The Forest, Stars, Moon, Movies, Youtube, Traveling, Japan, Germany, Philosophy, Socks, Underwear, Sunrise/Sunset, Staring at stuff, Wandering, Wondering, When birds sing at dawn.
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