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August 14 2011
Inside me, I am building a fort
A comfortable place with all my favorite things
Inside me all my favorite melodies will be sang by the laziest winds blowing between tints of green
Inside me, the fort I will build will have the most comfortable grass to lay on. I’ll lay under the green of a tree. I’ll lay on top of the different colored green of my grass
I’ll build all my life — I don’t mind, because once the fort is done, I will sit there with my hammer and nails using the tools and wood that I gathered from across the river and valleys that I made already before
