Sometimes I wonder what color they will be. What designs will hold my new wings.

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I woke up today and smelt Vancouver. Renants from my dream. gRRR

I thought maybe I could write but then its just turning into this painted on merry go round game.
I�m on this boarder line, between what I once was and what I will be. I feel myself beginning to stir inside this cacoon. And I wander when this hard casing will. Breaking free. Settling into new wings.

Sometimes I wonder what color they will be. What designs will hold my new wings.

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I woke up today and smelt Vancouver. Renants from my dream. Grrr, I woke up today and though I could maybe write. After all I have to get back into the swing of things. But it seems like its been years since I�ve written an esay, and AI�ve never waited so long for the right moment. But hey,
Maybe I should get to work on that.
I�ll be practicing. In the meantime, I hope all is well.