The Fourth of July, just a date on a calender everywhere but America, dawns with a warm, brilliant light that promised a nice holiday for pretty much everyone in the country ( Read more... )

To my husband on our first wedding anniversary.

I love you.

Eirene.

hero_farmboy borrowed with much love.It's been four days since her husband buried his biological father. Clark has been keeping himself busy with work, or farm chores, in what appears to be another attempt to cut himself off from everyone. It's an irrational maneuver, but understandable if one knows how many people he's lost over the years. Eirene's been ( Read more... )

Eirene doesn't let herself get mad often ( Read more... )

On any regular day, he's dust and steel, determination and optimism. A farmer from a line of farmers that's accepted a job in the city, and tries to blend all sides of himself into something cohesive. Someone able to make a difference in the world, whether that happens to be with words or actions, depending on the situation ( Read more... )

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It's been four days now since Zoe was born, but she's gaining weight at a reasonable pace, and the doctors have removed some of the IVs they placed in her on Friday, although there is still a breathing machine in the room in case her tiny lungs give out, and a panic button right next to the bed so Eirene can hit it in an emergency ( Read more... )

This has gone far enough. I'll be in Greece this morning. If it's an emergency, tell Clark and he can get in contact with me fairly quickly.

"I'm sorry. What ( Read more... )

1. How tall are you barefoot?
5'3"

2. Have you ever smoked heroin?
No.

3. Do you own a gun?
No.

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