damik's Diaryland Diary
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Dandi-Flowers
I love dandilions.
There is no better feeling then when a preschooler comes up to you with a freashily picked dandilion as a gift.
They see it as something more then a weed, a negitive force that chockes your lawn. Its a little token of love, the best they can offer you. Of te secret treasures they keep in their pockets, the buttons and asorted game parts, the candy and rocks, I will always love the gift of the dandilion.
It means they see me as more too, more then I see myself as. More then a weed. I am something in their world.
2:08 p.m. - 04-14-03
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older entries: When. I called when! - 11:27 p.m. , 10-07-13 Intrusive - 3:31 p.m. , 09-12-13 It isn't working today. - 2:21 p.m. , 09-09-13 Sleep, SI, Stress, and Pain, yeah, I hit them all. - 4:46 p.m. , 08-09-13 I hate this game. I don't want to play anymore. - 2:59 p.m. , 05-29-13 |
