Wednesday, March 25, 2009

106 goodbye to sanity

Deborah woman of the wood, misguided city slicker. The creatures scuttle in their own way and she runs in bare feet without abandoned high heels. A conglomeration of concerns crash down between her ears. Where is she, what has she done? Awareness fades into disequilibrium. I was a young girl once, stay at home moum's were angry. Does any of it matter now?

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