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I got a funny feeling we missed a page or two somehow Ohh-ohhhh, Cinderella, maybe you could help us out Does the shoe fit you now
Through the years and the kids and the jobs
Hey hey, Cinderella, what's the story all about
We're older but no more the wise -- suzy bogguss -- |
Home She sat quietly on the floor. Eyes closed, legs crossed. The icy wind blowing the sheer curtians from the window. The only warmth, the sun shining through. She has her back to the wall and breathes deeply. Somehow she leaves this place. Some how she knows that she can fly away. So she does. She flys to a place where she can rest, where the sun is warm rather than empty and cold, and she can feel the heat burning her skin, burning her soul. An epiphinal hell. Quietly she comes back to her home. The room with the sage green walls and silver accents. The smell of oranges so strong it's almost overwhelming. But it's different this time..... This may be her house, her life, her place at this time. But the place she's returning from is her home.
Brief - 2007-07-05
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