I must be me, I'm in my head
Black birds are circling my bed
I must be me, I must be me
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
This hill with these flowers is now covered in houses under construction. No more frolicking around the grasses, chewing mustard weed, building rock domes, and finding odd treasures.
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How much things have changed within a year.
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