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We weren't born with a name, we were given a name. A hedgehog doesn't have a name. It's just a nameless thing with a handful of flesh and skin and a beating heart. A hedgehog doesn't even know it doesn't have a name.
 
 
   
 
Wednesday, January 18, 2006
 
every moment marked
with apparitions of your soul
I'm ever swiftly moving
trying to escape this desire
the yearning to be near you
I do what I have to do
the yearning to be near you
I do what I have to do
but I have the sense to recognize
that I don't know how
to let you go
I don't know how
to let you go


a glowing ember
burning hot
burning slow

~ Do What You Have To Do, Sarah McLachlan

And so the time is come. We all move on, we always have, and we always will.
It strangely doesn't feel quite as earth-shattering as I'd imagined it'd be. But then again, I'm far removed from it, and safe from the ripples of it. The reality will sink in, I suppose, when I'm back in a few days, and we shall see where He takes me.

The beauty of life is in birth,
And with death comes rebirth.


I can't find the words right now.

 

 
   
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