Do you remember when we were children and used to blow dandelions?They would fly around us in a mesmerizing dance... you could close your eyes and imagine yourself being carried away by the wind, just like them, carefree. They were so delicate. I always saw them as images of hope. Hope in that last seed that would not go away, no matter how hard you tried.
[photo: www.lightnightrains.blogspot.com/2007/10/illustration-friday-open.html]
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"We trace the sun across the sky
And we laugh till we cry
Always so hard to say goodbye (good bye)
And we all sit round here in our home town
It's so good like this, these are times we'll miss
The memories, I hope will never fade
Glowing embers fly across the sky"
("Last Summer" - LostProphets)
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