The fountains that sustain us
are not always quiet
Sometimes they rustle like streams
or fall like rain
But we are refreshed
just the same
13 june 2002
this is my sanctuary, and when you wish to enter, I shall take your hand, then I'll show you my wonderful, my amazing, my awesome, then I will hope, that you would be like flowers, touched by butterfliers...
Borrowed from "My Girl and I"
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