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His Belovéd
Whispered countenance, quietly restrained
Longing soul ties repressed and refrained
Beveling around the blatant stares
Fearfully caught unawares
Curvéd spirit, devilishly dancing
Bashfully bold and swiftly prancing
Sweeping through the open door
To the meadow floor
Sacred moment, held to pause
Loosened chains and broken laws
She lifts a smile to the sky
Freedom drawing nigh
Alas! Alas! No one hears
The releasing of forgotten fears
Ancient demons cursed to roam
Belovéd coming home
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“When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different.
You just know that your name is safe in their mouth.”
"Billy – age 4
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There once was a girl of an imaginative mind. She woke up every morning longing to find adventure around the corner. However, she often found upon opening her eyes that she was stuck in a rather dreary world that fought against magic. Yes, this girl was actually becoming quite like a grown-up. As such, she was required to move and exist in a system that she never fully understood. The language used, the tools manipulated, the logic distorted, she moved through day by day hoping to just once open her eyes to adventure. Despite her aging appearance, deep down she remained a little girl. She knew the greatest adventure was one unseen. She constantly had an urge to abandon responsibility and work to run wild in fields untouched by culture. However, ties held her heart back. She had family, friends, and Miss Expectations keeping her still. None of the ties were bad or ill-meaning. Her mind was constantly plagued by the call of two worlds. One she was inherently kept in, despite her inability to operate in it. The other was a world that kept whispering to her soul. Rainy days tugged softly, cold bitter winds howled incessantly, and rich sun rays warmed her cold corners. Still, she could not find the path to this unseen world. The only thing she could do is trudge on well-worn familiar paths, hoping her feet knew the way home better than she did. People told her to keep walking, as if she did not already know. Friends reminded her of a plan that moved through all, as if she did not notice. She hadn’t forgotten. She wasn’t foolish enough to think it would be easy. She just thought it would be real. For some reason, this little girl believed passion could ignite a life. She often reminded herself that adventure is simply found in the glasses you use to see the world. Yet, she found herself returning to stories of myths and imagination, longing to be lost. She knew the world was harsh. She knew the answer was not abandoning obligation. Deep down, she hoped she would find someone who felt as she did; someone who not only realized the world for its disappointments, but also for its hopes. She knew she had a Father who understood that. He listened to her desires carefully. She read His letters and called Him on the phone. Still, her feet kept walking. All the little girl could do was follow them, hoping that the itch of magic found in their soles would bring her home.
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http://marlisesinkspot.blogspot.com/2011/05/there-once-was-girl-of-imaginative-mind.html
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=apeYpizmXXY
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Ghosting+Funny Clothes+Kesha= Ridiculousness
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“just keep swimming. just keep swimming.” in reference to the topic of primordeal waters of chaos and the current article i am trying to outline.
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So Yesterday: Date A Girl Who Reads by Rosemarie Urquico
Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes. She has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a…
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Story of my life. I figure it’s not too much trouble to have a couple blankets, scarves, hats, gloves, and heated rice bags to make the trip to church without becoming an icicle.
