deleted a bunch of foulness just now. i give myself permission to be foul. but i like to make it disappear too. cleansing.
bitter sweet.
phone call from my dad. his little sister is going to die. it is not fair. i wish i was there to give him a hug. my aunt is too young to go now. not fair.
easter. flowers. rebirth.
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And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom. Anais Nin
About Me
- Blue Fairy
- Perdutto e tutto il tempo, che in amor no si spende. Or something like that.
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Hugs to you all.
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