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she said her name was Maybe
06 June 2001 @ 01:38 pm
i found myself thinking about climbing trees.

i miss doing that. i dunno, it may sound silly, or childish. i miss being that close to green and alive. i miss looking down instead of up. i miss the cool feel of leaves, the sturdy weight of the branches and trunk. supportive, growing, alive. i miss the youthful feeling of scrambling up a tree, scraping knees and palms. i miss finally getting to a new branch i couldnt last time.

oh the metaphors in here, huh?

but im not even looking that deep. i just miss climbing trees.
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