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Monday, December 15, 2008

pixie dust

when i was little i used to go outside at dusk with pixie dust (handfuls of sand from the backyard) and call for peter pan to come and take me away to never never land. i'd sprinkle the pixie dust over my head and wish for him to appear in the sky. my mom loves to remind me of this. lately i feel like that little girl again, wishing for someone to come and take me away where nothing hurts anymore, where i don't have to feel disappointed or alone, and where nobody can break my heart.