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Jan 10, 2009 16:22

two enormous, somewhat scabbing blisters scar my heels...restraining me from much physical activity. feet. my feet are often the source for ailments. i sometimes hate them , but i secretly do adore them, even if one is significantly smaller.

i miss the sea sometimes, the way it smells, or rather, the associated memories from the summer, of which have seemed to be forgotten by other acquaintances. My lack of rooted community, anywhere (other than birth land), forces me to contain memories for that is all i have. Birth land rooting is different, and why this is, is strange to me.

i am trying to defeat my holding pattern, by moving frequently. so far, it has been complicated.

in five months time, i will be moving again, and the fear of loosing networks once again is coming. Montana? Oregon? Washington? I do not know, really, I inspire to set foot in a National Forest perhaps this summer.

Americorps?

It isn't clear. the stringy roots on my feet like to remain attached, yet i must understand that trees produce offspring, and i must play the role of a seedling for some time, until, at least, i am 25. by 26, if i am not rooted, i will feel a little sad.
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