I'm going to paraphrase Thoreau here... rather than love, than money, than faith, than fame, than fairness... give me truth. (C.McC.)
Sunday, January 02, 2005
Understand
I'll slip quietly away from the noisy crowd when I see the pale stars rising, blooming over the oaks.
I'll pursue solitary pathways through the pale twilit meadows, with only this one dream: You come too.
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