Monday, November 10, 2008
the old me
How can a person live without this view? To glimpse something so large that it can not be fully grasped makes it easy to slough off the tiny everyday problems that weigh us down. I was thrilled to be back in the bay area for a little while. I drank up the sunshine and the ocean, and I re-visited some friends I hadn't seen in a long time. When unpacking my bag, the few things I brought back smelled like incense, and I thought, somehow the tie-dyed witchy lady in Bolinas, slipped some magic into my bag, because I suddenly felt like the old me.
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