Posted by muffled on December 15, 2005, at 13:48:25
In reply to Re: Snow at Camp Comfort, posted by muffled on December 15, 2005, at 11:34:28
I will come, I will walk in the forest by the lake. And it'll be all quiet and muffled like a secret and safe place. The snow squeeks when I walk. My breath makes puffs. Its so cold my nosehairs freeze when I breath and feel all funny and crunchy. The biting cold makes me feel alive. I can see the fire, and you guys, and know I not alone.
The wind blows a whiff of powder snow off the trees over me. Like magic fairy dust.
I lift my arms.
I can fly......
In the sunshine....
I am free.....
You guys are pointing at me.
Flying.
We are all happy and laughing.
Even my kid.
She's laughing hardest of all.
She's proud that its me that can fly.
poster:muffled
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