Thursday, October 18, 2007
life should come with a foreign accent . . .
. . . today I went to the lake to write, organize some thoughts, revisit some poems, and when I arrived at one of my favorite spots, there was a man already there. I sat down anyway (it is a large covered pavilion right on the lake) and opened my notebook. He got up a few minutes later, and wished me a good day, in a lovely Australian accent. It was a beautiful thing.
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so, it did get better, ha? :D ye know, alot of people go through their whole lives feeling that way. and while it is great to be hopefull, it is much more amazing to realise the "good" already in place.
Thanks for the kind words, hesperia. It did indeed get better!
Jen
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