October 27, 2003
School drags on, and I’m finding myself less creative by the day. I can remember a thirst I had to write anything, and everything here. Now I cannot seem to even muster up something interesting enough for me to place here. Perhaps I am taken by my private diary with lots of interpersonal reflection, or [...]
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October 24, 2003
Today I danced in the snow with a smile on my face. You told me it wasn’t snow. It was the ashes from the burning trees in the distance. I inhaled deeply, and felt the sting of a cold winter. You said to stop pretending that the charred floating remains of so many killed trees [...]
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