Childhood is a strange country. It's a place where you come from or go to - at least in your mind. For me it has an endless, spellbound something in it that feels remote. It's like a little sealed-vault country of cake breath and grass stains where what you do instead of work is spin until you're dizzy. -Lyall Bush
Wednesday, March 26, 2014
Labels:
being humans,
gentleness,
growing up,
hope,
just friends,
tired
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