The difference a year makes. The difference, two, three… eight. Eight years make a lot of difference when you’re looking back. Today I celebrate the first day of Spring with a type of fondness that surpasses other seasonal beginnings. It is also four days to my 26thbirthday. I've always loved the timing of this day in my life.
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When all we are is mean…
It's been a while since I wrote last, and I hadn't planned on writing again for a week or so. I'm actually a thousand words into a 3500 word paper. But. I couldn't not write today. For those of you who don't know, when I have to crank out a large paper, I take to… Continue reading When all we are is mean…