orgami's Diaryland Diary

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warm ice

mists are blowing in from the lake
its warm and calm
spring subtle

and in the jumble of what I am
and may be I am here
like an echo location
I send a thought out
and wait for the echo

Im in here
I just know I am

I can feel it
I can feel it
I can feel me

10:33 a.m. - 2011-04-11

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