March 2012
February 2012
I don’t know whether to cry or vomit.
There’s a new stillness in the air I do not like.
Life is so precious.
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As we walked, Mike and I contemplated finding happiness in the realm of New York City and from afar we heard a sort of distressed howling.
A couple more steps and we found ourselves staring dumbfounded at a scruffy man on a bicycle, singing at the top of his lungs and staring up at the sky.
As he zipped past there was a sort of quiet between us.
I think maybe that was happiness. Or at least...
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kaitlynmaeee:
Ours - The Bravery
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