Saturday, May 19, 2012

i am the dreamer

i am the dreamer

She decided to free herself, dance into the wind, crate a new language. And birds fluttered around her, writing "yes" into the sky.

I want to think again of dangerous and noble things. I want to be light and frolicsome. I want to be improbably and beauiful and afraid of nothing as though I had wings.
{Mary Oliver}

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