A friend mentioned a certain blog. And I just finished reading all the entries. Five weeks worth. I feel weak. But happy.
I always believed that the writer would be one of my favorites. And I did never failed to enthusiastically talk--blab about it. The blog is an unknown wish granted. I'm blessed.
It is beautiful (and tragic) to look at a set of seemingly meaningless words and recognize what is being said.
It is funny how I feel like I am dressed for the occasion. I'm wearing a black dress, it is like I'm going to a funeral--or, a gala.
I am overwhelmed by emotions that I could not tell which one feeling dominates all.
I always believed that the writer would be one of my favorites. And I did never failed to enthusiastically talk--blab about it. The blog is an unknown wish granted. I'm blessed.
It is beautiful (and tragic) to look at a set of seemingly meaningless words and recognize what is being said.
It is funny how I feel like I am dressed for the occasion. I'm wearing a black dress, it is like I'm going to a funeral--or, a gala.
I am overwhelmed by emotions that I could not tell which one feeling dominates all.
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