It’s too late.
Just had a nice late night conversation with Sarah, which reminds me: 6 years ago I was walking through some thick woods in Maine with 12 other 14-17 year olds, stopping to get some river water and put a drop of Iodine in it, to make it clean. We were taking a small break from hiking, and I remember the trees, tall, laying down. At night, the tall thin trees would sway. It rained a lot at first, and I got stuck in some mud, and I cried out, “help!!!! Help me! I’m stuck” and I started crying. The woods were so dark, I was all wet and the leaves were all around.
They helped me out, and we huddled close to the ground because lightning was striking.
If I were in that position today, I would appreciate it a little more. I didn’t realize how important the world was.
Sarah thinks me conservative. She also thinks that I strive to be loving to everyone.
Thank you Sarah.
It’s time to go to sleep.
Who would I be if not for Maine?
hi baby. i have something for you. here is an old excerpt from my diary in its entirety. 7.25.04 1:11 in the afternoon, in the middle of my French lesson something i forgotlast night, after i said michael wants me, i know it. jon said do you want him and i said yes and jon nodded and said i knew. i asked, how? and he said i sat behind you and watched your back and i could
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tell. and i thought, this friendship, jons and mine, this is going to be forever.
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I think I haven’t talked to you in a long time. I will call you.
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*swoons* Maine! Now you’re talking! I love it there. So peaceful and pristine and natural. *sigh* But here I am, stuck in the big city. Maybe someday I can call Maine home. Okay…enough notes. Sorry to bombard ya.
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