"She felt somehow very like him—the young man who had killed himself. She felt glad that he had done it; thrown it away. The clock was striking. The leaden circles dissolved in the air. He made her feel the beauty; made her feel the fun. But she must go back. She must assemble." - Virginia Woolf
Saturday, April 6, 2013
The water and me
feet crunch
rocky beach
tights off
jagged shells
follow the sunlight
cross the water
feet dip
ice cold
heart beat
wind blows
I am alive
I am alive
I am alive
wiggle toes
breathe in
rise fall
here is what the water gave me
I am alive
I am alive
I am alive
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