all that is gold does not glitter, not all those who wander are lost; the old that is strong does not wither, deep roots are not reached by the frost. from the ashes a fire shall be woken, a light from the shadows shall spring; renewed shall be blade that was broken, the crownless again shall be king.
Tuesday, April 17, 2012
new wanderings...
months and months have passed....and i am now on the other side of what felt as though it would be the endless purge, sort, relocate, anguish, adjust, accept and dwell in the past interval of these recent times of my life~ perhaps i can now start chronicling my thoughts and experiences and lessons and eternal conundrums...here?.....just very possibly~ <3
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