Index - Profile - Archives - Notes - DiaryLand - Random ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- This is what summer is for. The river in some places is the same color as my eyes. My feet have white stripes now, and I can tell my arms have become stronger. I paddled to the river's edge, and picked black berries without tipping the boat over. I scared a school of baby fish at the dock. And, I nearly ran over a duck. I don't know how I'll ever be able to work again. . I make little rules for you to break. You must love the water. And, I think about Saturday mornings out on the river. I think about someone rushing me out of the house, and becoming irritated when I don't want to get out of bed on time. I think about these things, and I know they're silly, but I'm not sure I could spend the rest of my life with someone who's afraid to get their feet muddy. 1:07 p.m. - 2003-08-05 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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