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"Stones taught me to fly."--Damien Rice
About Me
- Megan
- Columbia, Missouri, United States
- Stories are windows to the soul. There is no greater risk than to share one's heart... and no greater triumph.
Currently Reading:
- "The Proper Care and Feeding of Marriage" by Dr. Laura Schlessinger
- "Searching for God Knows What" by Donald Miller
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Blog Archive
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2005
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September
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- Lost in translation
- Eaten alive
- A new kind of world that's takin' over
- Stickers and salvation
- Woman in the White House
- Why I blog
- Breaking fast
- God bless those brits!
- The blink of an eye
- Telling Secrets
- A dream deferred
- My cheatin' heart
- We all float face down
- Johnny can't decide...
- "You're fit but, my gosh, don't you know it."
- Gather ye rosebuds...
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September
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2 comments:
Why? Not to say I disagree, but what brought it up now? ;-)
I was sitting on the floor in my room looking at my refrigerator and I noticed a magnet of Glen Eyrie. It made me long for a place I thought I'd live in someday. In fact, I thought I'd be living there now, but I forgot and so I'm not living there now (long story about how life changes and desires get stuffed down the drain). I wonder if my desire to live in Colorado will ever be realized, or if, like most other things, it will remain a "dream deferred." Read some Langston Hughes. My prospects don't look good.
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