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Fluffy snow after the massive
snowstorm of February 2011
inspired the poem Feather Snow.
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| The night before my cousin's wedding, her bridesmaids and I, her Maid of Honor, traipsed to Dillons with her and bought flowers. We then took apart the bouquets and created our own. Our outfits were gray dresses and yellow flats, also of our own choosing. |
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I popped the piece of blue
sky seen in the story of
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| I have always loved spirea bushes. As a child, I imagined living inside them like rabbits and other small creatures do. This photo comes from one of the bushes lining the alley in back of my house. |
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| The poem Wistful contains mixed feelings about Facebook |
