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?

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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 forgot—last 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

tell.” and i thought, this friendship, jon’s and mine, this is going to be forever.

June 23, 2005

I think I haven’t talked to you in a long time. I will call you.

June 29, 2005

*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.