----The time is now.
----"Sometimes someone says something really small and it just fits into this empty place in your heart."
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If you could look like anything...anything at all....what would you look like? I'd be the wind.
...........It's easy to be someone's friend when all you need is someone to console you. It's much harder to be there for them when they're happy all the time.
.............Even when I say nothing, it's a beautiful use of negative space.
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Tuesday, July 22, 2003
There is nothing more beautiful than waking up at 6 in the morning because it's too hot to sleep, look over and see three of your best friends beside you; only because the fourth is sleeping in someone's car out of sight. There is nothing more beautiful than having a horse walk me into a tree while listening to rounds of "Hannah, pull up. UP. Harder, you won't hurt her..." There is nothing more beautiful than sitting around a candle because we ran out of firewood talking about things that have been long avoided. There is nothing more beautiful than picking mulberries from a horse's back. There is nothing more beautiful than standing in the middle of an overgrown path in the complete darkness while crying and being held by my best friend, because that's the only thing that seems right. There is nothing more beautiful than running through a cornfield yelling "corn! corn! Corn! corn! corn!" There is nothing more beautiful than setting curses on Lake Zurich because it charges way to much for their beaches. There is nothing more beautiful. Nothing.
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