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Monday, September 12, 2011

Fallen Timbers

Blech...
Loneliness exudes from my fingertips as they type the words my brain is exstinguishing.  How can one who has so many wonderful people around her feel this strange empty darkness. When I think of a life I could have, a totally different one, it was said that is my soul's desires.  But a life like that is not attainable right now, I have chosen this path and this is the one I must walk. So how do I make this walk exciting and passionate journey. I crave the danger, the newness, the learning of uncut, thorn covered, undiscovered paths offshooting from the paved road.  The paved road bores my soul. My high is the unearthed treasures of people, culture, places, stories that I have not heard. 
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