"How can one not dream while writing? It is the pen which dreams. The blank page gives the right to dream.” -- Gaston Bachelard
Just trying to free my mind through writing...
You had to go, I understand
But you promised you'd be back again
And so I wonder 'round this town
'Til summer comes around
-- Keith Urban
**HIATUS**
Would you mind if I asked you to...Would you rub me down
And oh, poor Atlas
The world's a beast of a burden
You've been holding on a long time
And all this longing
And the ship's are left to rest
That's what the water gave us
-- What the Water Gave Me by Florence & the Machine
For my secret santa, Vikki!
A story about the true meaning of Christmas from one friend to another friend...
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