Thursday, March 02, 2006


3 March 2006, 11:11 AM

She grows best
with roots in the waters
her arms raised
high into the azure sky

A dragon lurks in the hollow
where her heart once was
and may still be

A sycamore has room enough
to house despair alongside hope
desire beside her grief
She was always thus inclined
always will be

Choice did not make it so
in the beginning
but necessity

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George MacDonald

"Home is ever so far away in the palm of your hand, and how to get there it is of no use to tell you. But you will get there; you must get there; you have to get there. Everybody who is not at home, has to go home."

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