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it started out as a feeling, which then grew into a hope, which then turned into a quiet thought which then turned into a quiet word, then that word grew louder and louder till it was a battle cry ~the call by regina spektor

Monday, June 7, 2010

i love you mum

i go away for a few days for track provincials and when i get home my sister is jumping for joy because mum got her a pair of shoes, i was a bit confused because mum usually gets both of us sommething, so as i go to bed i notice something shiny sitting on my desk, it was a rock, crystal quartz, found at the beach, it had wondrous energy coming from so i smiled and set it amongst my collection of rocks, it really did light a spark in my tummy. :) to eat a soul

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