Oh, be the music in my head
The air around my bed
Oh, be my rest
Replace the small disgraces of
The times and places I never really left
Oh, I want to fly, fly forward into the light
Be alive, to come alive
On the leaf-bright Friday drive
Sudden horses at the redlight
Turn around, see clearer ways to go now
- the Innocence Mission
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Oh, Toccoa! How you have impressioned my heart, with your firey leaves and your lively air! May we ever be reuinited to fill the hollow that you've carved!
The same could be said of my dearest friend Meredith! Except instead of leaves, I'd probably say spirit or something equally dramatic.
Isn't that one picture of trees from Toccoa?? How does it not make sense? I miss Toccoa and I miss you too.
BEAUTIFUL!!!!
I posted a picture of the beautiful autumn colors here in our neighborhood. I believe you took this picture last Friday. :) This has been a beautiful autumn!
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