 | | 29/07/2015 15:22
Sur le blog Amy Nelson
be here now
Most of my regrets have something to do with summertime. If I don't wander enough through the green grass or eat enough fruit underneath a golden sun, then I am left hollow and full of regrets like a boy whose too afraid to tell his father how he doesn't like fishing. I want to touch every wild oak as if my hands were new to me. I want to taste the raspberries as if I had never tasted sugar. I want to walk into the garden and see the flowers climbing towards the blue sky, not dying and becoming crumbs of what summer was supposed to be. What will be will be, I say to myself. If a hailstorm were to arrive, like a grave in the ground, here only to bury...
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