Monday, August 25, 2008

i am

October 19
Two figures dance, alone on top of a hill. Their dance, a story about how far East really is from West. When sins are remembered no more. When each day is fresh, an a smile speaks of a future. Their dance is light, their rhythm joyful, their love more real than the soft grass they tread on...and that is enough.

Kaitlin Malone

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