we live in different areas -- but we are not separate--we share different ideals but we are in aligning sentiment we've yet to conquer mountains together but we've seen the shores collide together
we've made hillsides set together and forced these stages fit together but we'll  never quite fit together in a winter-famished mold - we come to the same places -- we bear the sacrifices of winter for the promise of the spring. we are backpacks and hatchbacks. we come undone like a ball of yarn or something written while emotional. classic gentle(wo)men. --- Evan just desecrated my blog--- no Tara you can not read it, it can not be read--don't delete my schnit