July 30, 2003
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I begin every summer wondering what will happen. When i look back, there are snapshots of memory which contain all that my life had been at that point in time. It’s usually something very simple, like an omen. Some gulls, a mossy rock, a rollercoaster, green beachtowels, a black dog, cloud shadows on a hill. When september comes, maybe I’ll know what this summer was, and what it means.
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A postcard came in the mail for me today. It’s funny how the best things in my life are the things i least expected.
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I am deliciously happy.
