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Feb 27, 2008 22:22

all day it snowed. after dinner as i was leaving dorland i was struck by the sight of the humid breath unleashed from the dorland laundry room being whipped into shapes by the wind, and within it i saw a spirit veiled spinning churning folding flying turning twisting wildly with the fine frost flung in glittering gusts from the roof. I wanted to ( Read more... )

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anonymous March 1 2008, 02:51:20 UTC
becca, je suis six heurs norde de toi et je ne peux pas parler francais...MAIS , je peux te donner ces mots de...wisdom? je...espere? que tu comprens. comprends? comprendre?

s'il y a quelque chose que tu veux faire, tu dois le faire comme ca:
PAS A PAS.

uh...ouis.

-serena

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