Saturday, September 5, 2009

Home is where the heart is.

I leave in one week.
I am content..

Home is wherever I rest for the night.
I love my girlfriend.






"Everybody knows, that love is like a prairie fire, that sweeps across the field consuming it all. Everybody knows that love will never fade of flicker, that it's as pure as the air we breathe."



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