Monday, June 8, 2009

If I could have been brave enough to listen and act accordingly i would have been somewhere else
I have learned that if you must leave
a place that you have lived in and loved
and where all your yesterdays
are buried deep...
leave it any way except a slow way
leave it the fastest way you can
never turn back.
and never believe that an hour
you remember is a better hour
because its dead.
passed years seem safe ones,
vanquished ones,
while the future lives in a cloud,
formidable from a distance.
the clouds clear as you enter it
~ beryl markham ~

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