Saturday, October 16, 2010

there's a harvest each saturday night.

pumpkin muffins were
sent across the field. mom's
bed is where we discussed
christmas wishes. shane and
shane bluegrasssongs were
plugged into the dock in the 'big room'.
my books came today. fire on and
perfect because it was cold.
...naps were taken on bare
matresses while sheets were in the
wash. and dinner tasted just like mai's.
all layed in a row while
watching modemand. and time
didn't seem to pass so quickly.

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