When I was little, I really thought that, if only I found the right combination of practice and magic, I could fly. I suppose I still believe that, just a little, which is why sometimes I close my eyes and think happy thoughts, or hold my open umbrella as high in the air as possible, hoping a strong wind will carry me away. No luck yet, but I'll let you know if it changes.
Happy Saturday!
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I'm not one to advocate tattoos, however, I did see this tattoo and thought happy thoughts: http://pinterest.com/pin/38012065/
Oh, that is lovely!
I miss The Collective.
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