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Wednesday, June 23, 2004

The waters are cold and treacherous and inviting. They call to the wild child. The wind through my hair , the icy waves kissing my feet. I stand there and stare into torn sky. The sand beneath my feet is sucked into the depths of the ocean by the retreating waves.If I had wings I would fly away too. Into the unknown.


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