Elephants forage on March 20, 2012 in the Tsavo-east National Park in the wake of a dramatic increase in elephant killings for their prized tusks. Kenya’s estimated 30,000 elephants are under growing risk as incidences of poaching continue to mount despite efforts by the government and international wildlife agencies. (Tony Karumba/AFP/Getty Images)
I haven’t danced in ten years. Makes me want to put on my pointes and dance until I bleed.
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There is a Reaper, whose name is Death,
And, with his sickle keen,
He reaps the bearded grain at a breath,
And the flowers that grow between.
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“And only Peeta can give me that.”
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We were five. You had a plaid dress and your hair…it was in two braids instead of one. My father pointed you out while we were waiting to line up. He said, ‘See that little girl? I wanted to marry her mother, but she ran off with a coal miner.’ And I said, ‘A coal miner? Why did she want a coal miner if she could’ve had you?’ And he said, ‘Because when he sings…even the birds stop to listen.’ So that day, in music assembly, the teacher asked who knew the valley song. Your hand shot right up in the air. She put you up on a stool and had you sing it for us. And I swear, ever bird outside the windows fell silent. And right when your song ended, I knew -just like your mother- I was a goner.
I am in love with this boy.
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