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 mind walks here terça-feira, novembro 03, 2009PangeaThe common ground, the presence, the togetherness. A sudden tremble and the slow, painfully slow drifting apart. The desperate attempt to bridge the immediate gap, to diminish the space, to busy our minds assuring the distance doesn't equal being apart. But as the streak grows into an ocean and we lose sight of our coastlines, our languages evolve into different directions. We gradually spend more time understanding our continent than longing nostalgically at the sea. Entire cities develop on the blissful ignorance, having the present as their only history. Because your present ceased to be my future a long time ago. And even though our beaches still share the same palm trees, the warmest of summer breezes can't melt the melancholy of being foreign to my former nation. .: posted by Miss Mindwalk 15:42
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