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I am sitting at my computer eating cheddar cheese and a green apple.
I am wondering about the summer,
and about next fall,
and the winter.
Christmas and callbacks and conference, and all of the things that Damien Rice reminds me of.
The island was a mud puddle today.
Hathi told me who the Co-Chairs are and I feel doubleplus happy for them. We were sitting in the Director's Cabin in the cold and the damp and I blinked when she gave me the news and rubbed my hands together. I won't be working under them. I didn't apply.
A choice, and I feel people running away from me. Too late though.
Now I'm trying to write an essay about my grandfather who died ten years ago.
I've turned the keys, I've made the changes. Now it's time to start my old life new. My family is still my family, my friends are still my friends...now I'm just someone else.
Write songs, write songs, write songs.
Now I've got layers. Now I'm complex, now I'm real.
I wonder if anyone will believe this.
Heather Blom, where are you?
I am wondering about the summer,
and about next fall,
and the winter.
Christmas and callbacks and conference, and all of the things that Damien Rice reminds me of.
The island was a mud puddle today.
Hathi told me who the Co-Chairs are and I feel doubleplus happy for them. We were sitting in the Director's Cabin in the cold and the damp and I blinked when she gave me the news and rubbed my hands together. I won't be working under them. I didn't apply.
A choice, and I feel people running away from me. Too late though.
Now I'm trying to write an essay about my grandfather who died ten years ago.
I've turned the keys, I've made the changes. Now it's time to start my old life new. My family is still my family, my friends are still my friends...now I'm just someone else.
Write songs, write songs, write songs.
Now I've got layers. Now I'm complex, now I'm real.
I wonder if anyone will believe this.
Heather Blom, where are you?