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This is what it could look like when one completely deconstructs a life as one knows it, and how to build from the ground up. Alternatively, this is a fresh look at an old story. The fine art of falling apart.

late night telephone calls shock girl on Island


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Originally uploaded by Abstract Magdalene.

That's right. I'm a girl, who happens to temporarily reside on an Island. Someone pointed that out for me this evening. It's ironic how one can forget their own beautiful circumstances...

This is a photo I took this evening at Lake Huron. I love that lake. It's so dangerous. It's Niibin running away from the water crashing against the rocks. The look on her face is priceless.

So, back to being a girl. Most times, I love it. I love that my eyes are these pools the colour of coffee and that I can slink like a cat around my apartment in my underwear. And buy pretty shoes and kiss handsome men. I like that sort of thing. But, sometimes i hate being so predictable.

Like, acting like a girl.

Walking the huge slabs of limestone rocks tonight, reminding me of someone I've never laid eyes on before. How does that work? And typing this out, it comes to me that I shoudn't worry about that sort of thing. Because you know...it's such a girly thing to do.

*grin*
night, early risers...

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