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“Same”- sounds safe. Almost easy Because When I wake up everyday, I knew I knew what tomorrow held So used was I
My heart racing with excitement, I impatiently waited for a response When the phone in my hand buzzed, I giggled involuntarily And eagerly opened the new message
So fragile, I feel like I am glass About to break, about to crash The sun here all day, and gone in a flash Taking in the fresh scent of freshly-mowed grass
Laughing and playingBarefoot, hair flailingSurpassing fear, Climbing treesRunning wild and chasing dreams
a Taxi to Jerusalem - for Dinna Dinna of Denmark you were my darlingWalking in your leather sandalsDown the dirty Via Dolorosa
Facing the dedication plaque of The East Coast Memorial in Battery Park,sat a navy spiral bound with a worn post-it note upon the cover.Head slightly tilted, I scoff at the carelessness of some kids.