fall fall fall fall fall fall-->falling
posted by jessica slack at 12:08 PM
Tuesday, October 24, 2006
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Pull me push me. One by two and three by three - pull me apart to every past and memory that lives in this place - this land - this dream - this moment. How can a sky so calm and blue seem drowning in the energy and draw of flame, or the trees and grasses burn so bright and leave no smoke? It's to much to hold with the tight fists of memory, but somehow you capture it on a piece of pressed fiber treated with the wonders of chemistry, or broken into one-million pixels and broadcast over phone lines... To ask how, is the same as asking how the miracle you're holding could be born, and it keeps coming round and round back to the answers that parents love to say but children hate to hear, "Because that's the way it is."
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