The past beats inside me like a second heart.
When I left
Thursday, July 20, 2006
The First and Hopefully Not The Last
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Far away in the sunshine are my aspirations. I may not reach them, but I can look up and see their beauty, believe in them and try to follow where they may lead. Louisa May Alcott
The past beats inside me like a second heart.
When I left