This month has been filled with little momentary sparks of summer, reminders of why I miss longer days and warm nights but this morning I woke up with a summer-y memory that I could live without - a touch of poison ivy. I should've known better than to hang out with boys burning brush but when do I ever pay attention to what I already know?
Monday, January 28, 2008
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