Tuesday, July 28, 2009
six organs of admittance - "goodnight"
I feel a spirit of a restless nature swelling up within me lately. My roots no longer find interest in tethering me to this particular patch of soil. An inclination to loaf just as much as to wander. I think it it comes with more sincerity at this age, after sitting idle for so long. The sentiment is well worn, though, nonetheless.
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