I sat at the bottom of a waterfall and wrote poems, nested into the crevice of a rock, curled up on a rock wall on the beach, and played with crabs today. My mind felt so clear and light; I felt no stress for the first time I can remember.
3/28/09
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
I sat at the bottom of a waterfall and wrote poems, nested into the crevice of a rock, curled up on a rock wall on the beach, and played with crabs today. My mind felt so clear and light; I felt no stress for the first time I can remember.
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