I am sorry to do this but I have thinned out my friend list. It just became...overwhelming. And the sorry matter was that I barely knew any of these 'friends'. I have kept you dear ones (you know who you are), and if you can read this then it means I enjoy reading your journal or that we have some form connection. I had to do this because for one, I'm going through a rough patch so my journal will naturally become more personal and I feel uncomfortable sharing secrets with people I know nothing of, and for two, partially because of my current state of mind but mainly due to university I have been too occupied to keep up with livejournal at the moment. I know those left will understand and hopefully won't take my lack of commenting or entries personally.

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To begin at the beginning:
I live on a wild, blustery bit of
land and have learned to love the
grey rain and wind that howls like
a famished wolf. On dreich days I
curl up with classic literature or
folktales, or draw & write of dripping
hair and sloe black eyes.
My hair is curly due to an over-active
imagination. I take my tea with milk.
I feel at home in forests suffused with
with the scent of pine cones and silvery
mist. Sea and snow forever entices & quiets
me. Still I feel as a young fox, one day I
hope to eventually cease my shaking heart and
quivering limbs.

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