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Thoughts on staring into a blizzard: even though you're really happy you're inside, it's still a silent rage, a blind pain, except for the bursts of wind that whiteout your window on the 2nd floor. I'm still certain that rain is much more tragic.
... I miss him. And I'm grieving snow.
in other news, I had a dream about morocco, and now i want to go.... except I bet the main city isn't made entirely of onyx and there aren't huge temples with thousands of stairs leading up to them. And they don't speak spanish as their main language... so i guess i don't actually want to go to morocco after all... still, it was a pretty sweet dream. gorgeous images.
... I miss him. And I'm grieving snow.
in other news, I had a dream about morocco, and now i want to go.... except I bet the main city isn't made entirely of onyx and there aren't huge temples with thousands of stairs leading up to them. And they don't speak spanish as their main language... so i guess i don't actually want to go to morocco after all... still, it was a pretty sweet dream. gorgeous images.