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Saturday, April 3, 2004


*sigh* I'm so bored. Sorry, I just am. I do not have anything to do. Maybe I will go play PlayStation2. Harvest Moon. ^^ Yes I know, I am being so strange today. I do not quite get it myself. ^^


Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the song without the words,
And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

I've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extermety,
It asked a crumb of me.

-Emily Dickinson

~The Wanderer~

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