Title: 'attemptation'

Gender: Female

Age: 22

Sun Sign: Aquarius

Chinese Sign: Fire Rabbit

Location: Arizona

Sometimes its a struggle to figure out just what to say… especially when it might be the one and only chance to let a stranger know just who you are.
So these are the facts….

I have a large family of step, half and whole sister's and brother's.  I am
toward the late middle of the bunch.

I am slowly working my way through my Education Degree.  I am trying to avoid student loans until I get to the university, but it makes for slow going paying for classes every semester!

I work in a small accounting office for a concrete company.  Yes I hate my job :) no I am very greatful I have work.

I am a big dreamer.  Both figuratively and physically.  But I can't seam to make any sense out of the dreams that come at night, nor can I finally reach the ones I think of every day, it's like I have only half. (but half full)

I love snow and live in the desert. I am too scared to move far away from my dad.

I want to see the world on my summer vacations when I become a teacher.

I hope I never stop learning.

Write me anytime. I love making friends and talking.

Where dips the rocky highland
Of Sleuth Wood in the lake,
There lies a leafy island
Where flapping herons wake
The drowsy water-rats;
There we've hid our faery vats,
Full of berries
And of the reddest stolen cherries.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

Where the wave of moonlight glosses
The dim grey sands with light,
Far off by furthest Rosses
We foot it all the night,
Weaving olden dances,
Mingling hands and mingling glances
Till the moon has taken flight;
To and fro we leap
And chase the frothy bubbles,
While the world is full of troubles
And is anxious in its sleep.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

Where the wandering water gushes
From the hills above Glen-Car,
In pools among the rushes
That scarce could bathe a star,
We seek for slumbering trout
And whispering in their ears
Give them unquiet dreams;
Leaning softly out
From ferns that drop their tears
Over the young streams
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

Away with us he's going,
The solemn eyed:
He'll hear no more the lowing
Of the calves on the warm hillside
Or the kettle on the hob
Sing peace into his breast,
Or see the brown mice bob
Round and round the oatmeal-chest.
For he comes, the human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
From a world more full of weeping than he can understand.

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