1/6/2004
I love fireglass. How the burning away of the final bits of late afternoon cast their hues onto prefectly positioned windowpanes.
It is a tiny patch of heaven on earth.
I love fireglass. How the burning away of the final bits of late afternoon cast their hues onto prefectly positioned windowpanes.
It is a tiny patch of heaven on earth.
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fireglass?…do you mean blown glass? AH! i’m confused.
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I also do not know what this fireglass is, but it sounds pretty!
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RYN: you missed the point of my entry jenni. It wasn’t about you not being friends with emily or you at all. In fact, it wasn’t about any specific event or person… it was a general statement directed towards everyone. I could care less who you associate with as your friends… I wrote about something that you failed to see.
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RYN: Well, I know emily didn’t appreciate her name being thrown around. The entry was about my life and my impression of defining. Taking it to heart is silly since it has no bearing on you and since you failed to see the point of the entry, the comments were rather mundane… oh wait, did I use the thesaurus??
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