It's snowing again. And it's funny: When I was a kid and we lived out in BFE, I hated hated hated it. And now?
All I want to do is go lie flat in the middle of a field, and watch the sky fall on me. What I wouldn't give for an hour of that silence.
I wonder what I'll be missing tomorrow? I wonder if I'll ever catch up with my own heart?
Also: I wonder if I was born ridiculously melodramatic, or if it was something in the water?
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