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Aug. 17th, 2005 01:41 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thejunipertreeThe ocean keeps coming to me in my dreams. Angry and immense, lashing out against the coast. Waves tower above my head, seemingly thousands of feet in the air, to crash down and wipe away any who dared stand against it.
I've stood and watched the waves roll in. And every time I do, I wake with the taste of seawater in my mouth.
I've stood and watched the waves roll in. And every time I do, I wake with the taste of seawater in my mouth.
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Date: 2005-08-17 07:00 pm (UTC)Re: ...or...
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Date: 2005-08-17 10:12 pm (UTC)And it was the 60s. We were all on LSD.
Your father always had flowers in his hair.
He wanted to name you Tulip Moondancer, did he ever tell you that?