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again
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04.29.08 / 6:06 pm
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unencumbered from the weight that i used to carry, i feel a stretching for freedom again; springtime always gives me itchy feet. there is an anxiousness for movement, for the sight of desert, forest, ocean, and the experience creates a sense that one could never settle down again; it is a chance to transcend colonial living, to trade characteristic cynicism for naked innocence.in the dull glow of the morning: gather wood for the fire. then, in the afternoon: watch the bright summer sun shine through a pouring rain, forage for a meager dinner, and see the stars come out at night again; then in a dream, catch a glimpse of heaven, which looks so like this terrestrial life. my only driving hope, one i may hold in vain, is that i may walk upon the earth once more; and once again, and once again.
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