Sunday, August 06, 2006
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A little love goes a long way. A lotta love is even better. This is a love letter. Told in the faded, tattered, frayed history of a pair of jeans. Take my hand, and come with me....to a place where there is peace, and love and hope...
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Yeah sometimes it's what you don't see that makes us who we are. And aren't we all wearing the holes etched from our lives? Peace love to you all too
Doesnt that make us holier? I mean the stuff we go through, the things we might not share later on, but form us...you're right Tristen. We all wear the holes...the vacant vacuums that have almost sucked the life out of us, the endless falling, the black holes we never thought we would survive. They aren't brownie badges, we don't display them...they just become part of our skin, our fiber...
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