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[wolfishflame]

I'd like to get away from earth awhile And then come back to it and begin over. May no fate willfully misunderstand me And half grant what I wish and snatch me away Not to return. Earth's the right place for love: I don't know where it's likely to go better. – Robert Frost, "Birches"

[Someone's been thinking a lot since her little Dreaming incident. She'd have read it aloud, but she didn't want to cry. Not in public, anyway.]