not for all the tea in china,
not if i could sing like a bird.
not for all north carolina,
not for all my little words.
[this is the magnetic fields]
one day i'll finish a blog post that i started on something more meaningful than the tunes that trickle into my brain as i attempt to complete assignment after assignment and fend off thought after thought of free-roaming pastures, sweating and working, playing music with friends, hiking, camping, looking, singing. i took a picture of some boats this weekend in maine. living near water is a new experience and the smell of the ocean still excites me.
soon enough i'll get to jump in head first and really begin exploring.
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