futurebird's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- walk on the snow and not leave footprints She said �u know wat i think would be incredible to walk on the snow and not leave footprints... � I can�t say who she is. It wouldn�t be fair. But what she wrote reminded me of the nightmare I had. I dreamed that Emily was standing under the big sky of the great planes, a cord of wheat in her right hand, her dark red hair blown to the left by the wind, the narrow-waisted plain print dress she wears caught on her knees, her green eyes shining and all the clouds parting above her as she shouted from the grave: �I�m growing lighter . . .I�m growing lighter!� there was no fear in her voice. Just breathless relief. It�s a pitty I don�t believe in heaven, she'd be there now if it were. I do believe in hell though-- and we�re in it. Oh, but she�s not. 18:04:06 - 2001-01-07 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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