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The Winds Journal The moon dropped from the sky? And we ran through the forest to find where it lie I was tripping on tree roots and slipping on snow You were holding my hand saying not to let go When we found it at last there were twigs in our hair A rose on our cheeks and our breath in the air And the words to describe it got caught in our throats As its silver light danced through the threads of our coats We knew that our eyes had not seen such a view You were looking at it I was looking at you |
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Indigo, How old is she now? At age 21, Erin Hanson wrote: "There is freedom waiting for you, on the breezes of the sky. And you ask, 'What if I fall?' Oh, but my darling, 'What if you fly?'" Erin Hanson has a talent for turning fantasies into words.
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Indigo, How old is she now? At age 21, Erin Hanson wrote: "There is freedom waiting for you, on the breezes of the sky. And you ask, 'What if I fall?' Oh, but my darling, 'What if you fly?'" Erin Hanson has a talent for turning fantasies into words. Yes those immortal words “what if I fall?’ Oh, but my darling, ‘What if you fly’ have been copied, stitched and stamped onto (and into) many things - almost like a battle cry for those who suffer from insecurity and the fear of failure.
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So beautiful
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So very beautiful. I have never heard of Erin Hanson. I'm going to google and find out some more on this special lady.
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So very beautiful. I have never heard of Erin Hanson. I'm going to google and find out some more on this special lady.
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