If I could write like EMILY DICKINSON, I'd be dead: Identity

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Thursday, January 17, 2008

Identity

Once I saw a child in the park; when the stars were out and it was dark. Running through the grass so carefree, not once did it look up at me. It played alone, long after all the other children had gone home. I stayed and watched this child as it ran wild; and felt such a longing to run, too, but... Sign in to see full entry.

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