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the parcel was wrapped in thin tissue paper, and a tiny red ribbon was tied gently around the box in a neat bow. it was a medium sized box, one of those general-sized boxes that could hold nearly anything in the world.
In her mind it was filled with flowers. Wildflowers of all kinds and shapes and sizes so that when she opened the box she would open it upside down, and all the flowers would spill into her hair. After all, what could be more beautiful than a girl with colorful flowers in her curls?
she wouldn't open the parcel until right before sunset, she decided. It was the best light to reveal a secret. any other type of light really wouldn't do it justice. Not the quiet morning light, not the loud darkness of the night, not even the gentle warmth of the early afternoon.
She opened her mouth in delight, surprised that such a small thing was able to change her day so easily. It was beautiful, the way that small things were able to impact people in enormous ways.
i have a lot of beliefs. I believe in laughing, and crying, and being a good person. And i also believe that it is my job to make a difference. Especially with my environmental science class, and eeverything that i am learning. I believe that it is my duty to find out how i can help spread the message that we really need to protect our environment and things need to change if we want to continue living.
epic, like really really cool?
i hate it when people call things epic. I don't know exactly why, it just annoys me.
or epic like the illiad or the odyssey?
i've never read either of those books, i just know tha tboth of them are epics. right? or am i wrong. i don't know. i don't know what to write for this. oh time's u--
little red wagon. little house on the prairie, that little wagon they rode in.
But mostly i think of little red wagon. I think of a little girl, dragging the wagon with her chubby little hand grasping the handle like her life depends on it. There is a dog, a doll, a little sibling, something sitting in the wagon, and she drags it to some unknown place, desperate to get there as soon as she can. Her brow furrows in concentration, and she forgets about every ant she is running over, all the twigs she is crushing, forgets to pick up all the shiny rocks she would usually stop and pick up. For her, everything that glitters is gold, but today, all that she focuses on is that little red wagon.
the intersection with a stoplight. street. driving, driver's ed. learning to drive. stoplight. hahahah blahhhh i'm bad at this one.
i am not a robot. you are not one either. it is okay to make some mistakes sometimes, because that just shows us that we are truly human and imperfect. brave new world. lenina. quotes. marina and the diamonds. drop it.
the acoustic guitar tells so many stories. it can tell a sad tale, or something that makes you feel like dancing. it can be quiet, or it can scream out loud. it plays beautiful music, but sometimes it makes you feel sad.
the slippers were woven from silk. woven baskets. native americans. weaving. crossstitch. sewing.
honesty is the best policy. the police make policies for our own safety. they are looking out for us. policies may seem pretty bad now, but they will be helpful, and we will eventually realize it. don't lie to people, keep it honest, easy, and free. it's the best best way to be.
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