She wrote, "fingers on keys..cause of that...cause of that...we are living myths...evolving on parallel waves...we are mirrors...we are solid strength...I am bliss...and humbled to have known this beauty".
On November 22, 2005, I found her words buried under my children's art on the fridgidaire. I soaked in the page and smiled. She was a beautiful rose from india owned by an avocado. I loved her. I knew beauty would save me when I read her words and they resurrected the flame in me.
Little did I know she was resurfacing the same day, recreated.
Welcome back. You know you were missed.
On November 28th, 2005 10:22 pm (UTC), (Anonymous) replied:
*beaming* You found me!
Bawl away! You inspired this! I'd been wanting to do it. For real, I am going to have userpics soon. Suddenly, I discovered that you and Jack were born again...allelu! I want to be born again, too! It's time. I'm still evie, but I think this will evolve into my only LJ home. I will only host a small pocketfull of friends only folk, and I hope to pour things out here.
I can't wait to read you and once again find the kind of meaning in my life that only India inspires. Wheee!
I love your userpics, 'cept I want to see them bigger, cuz evie needs details details.