Friday, 28 May 2010

Where the wild things are.

Sometimes I just want to run away and live in the woods.
I want to build a camp fire and swim in a river and ride a white horse and only hear the birds.
I want to put flowers in my hair and run around with no shoes on and get dirty.
I want to feel the sunshine on my face and fall asleep beneath the stars.

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