In the Sky.
Sometimes we need to slam our doors on the rest of the world -- to escape the noise, the nagging, the sadness, the fear, the bad reality shows, the crowded subways, the winter blizzards -- and find solace in the silence that envelopes our seclusion. In these moments, we trade in the places where everybody knows our name for the tree houses in our backyards, the romance novels on our nightstands, the ipod playlists entitled "100yrsofsolitude," and the forts under our dining room tables, to seek the the soundless escape equally as comforting as the voices of familiar faces. Enjoy!
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I was a city girl all my life. My cradle was a book. In the early years, living in a crowded bedrom with three sisters, it was a book(Nancy Drew), and a flashlight under my blanket. Nowhere to run but somewhere to hide.
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