Monday, August 8, 2011

Picking Peaches

I like how the cats hang around the front step.

If I could be granted any wish, at this moment, I would wish to never be self-conscious so that I could be me all the time.

Tonight has been spent drawing feet and legs, since I so infrequently look at them.

I don't know if I want to go back to school yet. At the beginning of May, it couldn't come soon enough. Now, at the beginning of August, there are reasons to stay. Garnet Valley is a new place to me. I made more GV friends this summer than I have since freshman year band. I feel like a dowsing rod for excellence.

I wish I could read some of the letters that have been lost forever in Post Office purgatory.

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