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It's one of those days when I'm brimming with enthusiasm, think of all the things that are possible. And here's where I miss the farm, on chilly mornings it is right to look out at horses, set the food out for the scattered cats. I would just kill to go riding. Even to hop on the four wheeler and check on the cows. It's bizarre, just think, how many hours was I riding in the back of a truck over dirt roads and gravel, and how many years has it been since I've done that now? There's such distance between then and now. Also there's no distance, there's something of such moments of bliss that never leaves. There's a phrase that sticks in your head, a certain moment. It's not missing anything, it's more like flooding over with gratitude for having been there. And oh...it's ten a.m. and I'm already teary-eyed and poetic. I may have to pace myself a little. |
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Posted by randomname on 2008-04-03 10:55:42 | Rating: | Views: 38
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