Follow The String

Sometimes I imagine that carry a ball of string with infinite threads that I wrap around everyone I meet, then they take it on their own way. We are all intertwined through these connections. Last summer, I took the spiderweb to Kenya, and passed it off to some beautiful people. Come on in. Watch it grow. Help me learn something.

2.02.2007

I wish that you...



were here today.

knew that when I think of you, I ache in a place reserved for motherhood.

are happy right now, in this very moment.

could know that love transcends continents.

might never know pain again.

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