Sunday, July 31, 2011
oh catalina...
She laughed because she knew she couldn't take it with her. Some things are too immense to drag around by the wrists and some things are cemented like the sword in the stone. Her laugh echoed off the high hills and bounced back against the bay, chasing the sunlight out to the horizon. The day was fleeting and the eucalyptus trees hung around just to hold everyone in place. She thought she could dance the night away and watched the stage lights bounce across every ones eager faces. Things always looked best from the side line and when it was all finished she fell asleep on the floor of the boat to the rocking of the waves taking her home.
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- Rose Blacque
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