Why would I turn to climb up a bank, down which I so easily strode?
Yet, the impending dread of the water's chill keeps me frozen here.
Or is it the fear of a raging boil that has soldered my feet?
What if I step in and find the water no different than the air I leave? I will have journeyed this path for nothing.
I wish I could fly.
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Hey I finally found you guys! I tried Cherie's blogspot but it didn't work. Has it been changed??
Hey! You sent it from your Blackberry! That's so cool! I got a Blackberry for my birthday! I gotta give it a try!
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