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April 2004
The Mountain's Secret
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Name: Marie
aka: CityKat
aka: Bubbles
Age: 18 - eek! I'm old...
Birthday: December 13
Zodiac: Sagittarius
Location: The box that is campus.
Loves: RH;MIT, music, friends, the outdoors, all of my hometowns, critters, WAGGGS
Fellow Tin Soldiers
Blog Links
Chicken Soup For The Souless -What goes on in Jesse's brain, nobody knows...
In ThE Tub WiTh SquIsHy -Christina's log, so just keep swimming!.
Lean On Me -Regan's digital and cryonable shoulder.
Manitoulin Wannabe -The heart of the island's where her heart lies.
One Ring... -Ali's blog. Her straight forward is kinda crooked.
Random Thoughts -It’s Jeff! And the voices!.
Searching in the Darkness -Lex's blog, we'll force him to see dawn one of these days.
Somewhere Over the Rainbow -It’s Kuriosity!
Super Spidey -A cookie and a kiss.
The World of Cr0magnus -Tech Reincarnated
Undead and Confused -My favourite Cool Kid!
Moutains and Valleys
Fun Links
Chris's Site -Games, Pics, Jokes... He's got it. And BESS can't get him.
F-Concept! Oi!Oi!Oi! -Leader's only!... okay, and Josh and Bubble!
havesomehats -All I'm saying is; elephants, checkered people, and top hats.
Sinfest -Funny as Hell. Thanks to Lex for getting me hooked.
Too Far North (Awesome)!! -The best band there ever was! (Okay, that might be stetching it, but hey we love you guys!) It consists of a lack of independant brain power and a collective love for music!
Blog Shares -Who's winning today?
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I'm too weak to face your eyes,
So how could I dare face your heart?
I'm too scared to let down this 'guise,
So where on this world can I start?
To my friends - I'll always remember.
Grandpère - Je te n'oublie jamais.
To my family - be gone that pretender,
"I love you" you'll never hear her say.
To the world - let peace reign free.
Children - stay young forever.
To the people - open your eyes and see;
The ties you risk all to sever.
I'm too weak to be my all,
So how could I dare face your heart?
I'm too scared to break down this wall,
So where in this world can I start?
Before my eyes time never stops,
My being never leaves it's rightful mark.
Before my heart love flies by,
My soul is ever so stark.
Before I leave I'll say one last thing,
Mourn me never my friends, few.
Before I go I'll speak one final thing,
My families - I'll always love you.
"I had friends like you who always stuck by me in the storms, who later grew to be my pals, then my family. I've had three families throughout life, the first was my teddy bears who I came home to and told everything, but they don't listen anymore, the second my parents and brother, they were always there, but they built a wall of responsibilities and distrust between us, and the third, the ones who were always there, my friends. You were there to listen and to speak, if I simply needed homework help, or comfort in a bad time. You were there for me and I will never forget that. Thank You." - Letter to Chels.
Begotten in spring was I, a child of winter's wonder. Spring is the season of life right? Only in a fairy tale where never a thing is wrong. But the season of life to those of us blessed with mortality - Autumn. When the famine ends, the children are grown, the harvest ripe. Autumn... so far from Spring... Yet full of life and colour. Autumn so far from my heart...
Automn however, no matter how great the colours, and clear the skys. No matter how plentiful the harvest, nor how delicous the fruit. Is tainted. Tainted with the red of blood shed, the icy grip of winter, the searing brilliance of the sun. The months in which I have cried the most tears have been those withing Autumn's grasp. I have watched people fade before my eyes as they run off with the sprites to wait until their return, only they do not return in the Spring with their merry partners. I have watched things forgotten as it is swept away with the last of Summer's strong winds. Autumn... such a blessed season... such a cold month.
She spoke those damned words, words to which no one can anwer truthfully. "Il te reste 48 heures. Que faits-tu?" Two days. 24 hours. 1440 minutes. 86 400 seconds. What would I do if I had the time? Vicky was given no warning, she was young, too young. Grandpère - had nothing lef tot do, he was one of the greatest men to ever walk this earth and wore a smile the day his life faded to the shadows. Matante Isabelle (taisez-vous!) - she passed all she was onto her children, now because of her we have many generations of smiling good-willed people, she was one of the best. Grandpa - you still had ties to mend, but even with your passing the fight only got worse. Great Auntie - wonderful, as much as you were McConnell through and through, if only my five-year-old brain could have learned your name.
What would I do? I guess the answer starts with another question. Am I satisfied with my life? Have I done all I can do? Have I done all I wanted to do? In truth all I want to do is in the past, it can't be changed so I won't dweal. However there ARE a few things I need to do, I need to say. A few things I know I shoudl do daily that I haven't ever done, that I didn't even think of doing today. The answer of one person was simply - "We live to die". How true, yet how false. We may live to die, but we live to let live. We live to let live. As the wheat grows, then dies in the feeding of man. A human spirit must grow and die in the giving of memory, of peace, of fufillment, and of completition.
I Love You, you are my friends - my family.
*hugs*
O Great Spirit, hear our song
Help us keep the ancient ways
Keep the sacred fire strong
Walk in balance all our days - Steady as the Beating Drum
P.S. The results of a french class... 
last modified Apr 14, 2004, 7:49 p
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