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broom_rider
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It's this time again,
the time of those gray night moths-
June... A year had passed.
~~~
***
И снова время
серых ночных мотыльков -
июнь... Год прошёл.
broom_rider***
It's this time again,
the time of those gray night moths-
June... A year had passed.
~~~
***
И снова время
серых ночных мотыльков -
июнь... Год прошёл.
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Date: 2011-06-05 08:40 pm (UTC)Last night I kept dreaming of where an aunt of my used to live. Instead of the woods there was a road that stretched out as far as I could see. I was unsure of what was down it, but I felt compelled to travel. For where I was at, my aunt's house, I knew there was nothing there for me.
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Date: 2011-06-06 05:43 am (UTC)I have a sister-in-law visiting, so we are going somewhere every day now, and I spend about 5-6 hours in the road, just driving around in the Rockies/Grassland/Wyoming/etc. I enjoy it a lot, I like hat "bring me that horizon" feeling... :D