If I am repaired, can we meet again for the first time, in all of the places I have feared to go, and then, again, in all of the places I will have forgotten, if I am repaired?



Monday, November 1, 2010

Let It Be

Today, I will carry my mountain down with me in my pocket.

I will be seen… not heard.

And eventually they will forget about me…

Like they have the trees.


  1. Annie...
    I know huh... I was a church mouse today. They hate when I talk. They hate when I'm silent.


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