SOooooooo I am at Montreat doing the senior high consoler thing. Turns out this is like a day camp so I will have practically every weekend off and will hopefully be making many trips into Charlotte. I really miss Charlotte and The Family. The best thing I can say for the people here is they are nothing like I expected. (During a game of Apples
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The clay squished and formed between her toes, cooling her hardened feet. Adrina lived closer to the river than most of the villagers. Her trance at the subtle blue was obstructed by her dark auburn hair, moved by the east wind. She felt fed by the light that bounced off the waters and filled her home. The banks of this water were her playmate
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To all those who have loved her I am sad to report the final death of my car, the Bad Girl. She died slow and painful death do to her breaks sounding like Chinese opera. Though no car could ever replace her I will be driving back in a 1990 black Jeep Cherokee. I think I can fit like 10 big people in it comfortably. Due to the front emblem missing
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How did he know I needed him? He has left two messages in the past week. I am too afraid and ashamed to call him back. As I walk up the dark wood steps of my back porch I listen to his calm voice and wonder why he is reaching. Some form of love? My glasses are now covered in rain mist. I stand on the very steps I had called him so many times
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Warning this journal is going to become my creative writing outlet. Read at your own risk. I most likely wont explain my writing, I just need a therapeutic tool. Thanks you all.