Index - Profile - Archives - Notes - DiaryLand - Random ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 55 Sometimes, you can meet people that feel like home, even when you're thousands of miles away. Their words are echos of something you once heard, but can't place. You're empty but full at the same time. Smiles sneak across your face at inappropriate times. You catch yourself laughing at a thought you would rather not share. I just saw a shooting star while I was outside smoking... not since I was at Dillon Beach, laying in the sand past my bed time. You're supposed to make a wish, right? 11:50 p.m. - 2002-08-10 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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