A Thought Upon Waking Today
I found the perfect metaphor for my life: I am a collection of scraps of fine linens... all that is needed is for the vestment to be sewn together.
Hello and welcome to my online journal. I've been sent here by a daimon to write what thoughts I might be having at any particular moment of the day, though I evade the task when I can.
A 22-year old girl full of fancy, admiring people and things with a passion hidden behind glass.
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Hello, there; it's Valerie. The world persists and I think of your eloquence again. I hope that you are doing well, through the travels that you have taken in heart, body, mind, and wherever else the eye might wander. For me, a winter and spring in Oregon with my love, Alex, living in a tipi, caring for black iridescent cayuga ducks. I am leaving for the peruvian andes on august 10th, with no definite plans to return to northern america.
How are you? How have you been since Berkeley? Hearing from you would be a true happiness in my life. You are a wonderful person.
somnambulisma @ gmail.com
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