yet again.
so much.
i'm bursting.
so much.
take the gift,
give ungrudgingly.
be at peace,
love recklessly.
ask me.
good things are happening.
Some days I felt and urgent responsibility to each change of light outside the sunporch windows. Who would remember any of it, any of this our time, and the wind thrashing in the buckeye limbs outside? Somebody had to do it, somebody had to hang onto the days with teeth and fists, or the whole show had been in vain. That it was impossible never entered my reckoning, For work, for a task, I had never heard that word. -Annie Dillard
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she's a great writer...
The end is near (the end of midterms, that is). ;-)
I can almost taste freedom.
It tastes like sheer happiness.
Hurray for breaks...hurray for the ability to stop and listen to the rhythm of your life. Good things are happening.
You make me smile, Hannah. Thank you for that gift.
happy happy happy happy happy
for you.
press on!
[and call me]
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