they pulled my hair at charm school.
they
stole my guestbook during
rolecall.
yrsssssss + 2003-11-29 = 3:32 p.m.
it's snow and snow and snow. big fat flakes of snow. we are about to hit the road in a van with no heat. crossing fingers to assure feet do not freeze and that tires do not slip on slick highway surface. thanksgiving was farm fields and stone walls, tall skinny boys, two sisters: one fiesty, throwing dance party in kitchen, the other telling secret stories to me in the kitchen. (++++++)
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