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She's the girl who sits and watches while others live a charmed life. The girl loves to write but doesn't know if she's any good at it. She loves rainbow sprinkled ice cream on a rainy day. She loves to take walks with the wind blowing. Giggling should be made a career. She tells you her secrets in not so many words.

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  • Wednesday, January 28, 2009 10:16 PM

    this, love

    I am convinced that the meaning to most everything is revealed in post-rain wind envelopes containing glitters from dew lingering in the air. The most complicated ideas come undone under neon street lights with little showers of pseudo rain. It's a most intriguing thing. Perhaps the big guns would learn better to hold the reins of power after indulging in one such as this.

    As you walk pass hibiscus and rose bushes that may seem to belong to Day, you realize that their versatility is something all should attempt for. Their ability to now look most comfortable swaying with the wind while simultaneously dancing to the music pulsing through you, is something.

    These sights and smells shake awake all sleeping senses, not abruptly, but with enough subtlety to generate awe. It makes appreciation come most naturally. Much like poetry taking its first few breaths in a world reborn. Surely, you think, this must have been the cause for the joy you listen to.

    What then could you make of hearing the first patters of beauty hitting your roof in between plucking at strings. The cold floor and the spinning fan blades above accentuates the smiling silence of successful attempts only to mask the desperation of each wrong. I say it gives courage for an awaiting journey. This is the secret ingredient in every cup of Milo, every word written in given wisdom, every message inscribed in stone.

    This is love. Unceasing love.

    "He shall come down like rain upon the grass before mowing,
    Like showers that water the earth.
    " (Psalm 72:6)

    Hands down, it's the best gift given.


    minx wrote at10:16 PM
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