Cute

Cute
I love dogs

Sunday, May 15, 2011

coming home

Even though I have never left, I still feel like I am coming home every spring. The new life that is born every spring each feels like a new friend who I haven't seen in a while. I love coming home, because it feels like a reunion of old feelings and a instigation of new feelings. The smell of spring brings me back home, almost as assuredly as really coming home after a long time away.

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