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Thursday, August 9, 2012,
That bird still can't fly very well, But someday she will know the feeling of cutting through the wind. The place she can't reach is still there in the distance, She gazes at it, keeping her wish to herself.. May we always remember, The yesterdays left behind by the seasons. -Tien
8/09/2012 09:04:00 AM
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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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