Lindi and I just got off the phone, reminiscing and realizing that we're not exactly ladies of the now. We've both sworn in on living the road less traveled and are true blood sisters in that sense. But life is frustrating when the seeds you sew in your mind don't come into fruition. And then you're stuck wondering why. and searching for Prince Charming! My head is always in the clouds, that's for sure. If Lindi and I's dreams underwent physical metamorphosis, we'd be living somewhere off an abandoned shore, up in huts such as these. We'd be in our own little worlds all the time. HOWEVER, there'd be a can telephone-line draped between our windows. Only to tell each other funny things, wild dreams, ask profound Qs. Nobody is aloud up into our huts, except for cute boys... that have the humor and strength to visit us here without complaining about the truck up. The only time we leave is to scoop fresh water and local foods. we hold hands during this gathering, of course. We love life and aren't worried about being alone. for it's where we belong anyway.
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