there are
sometimes
when I look at you and see
someone elevated
past the primal point of being
perfection personified and
then
personifying.
you're not
done yet
this much I can see
that those
sometimes
are not times
to grasp onto in a dream
to cling to and
drink to til you
wither into ink.
oh, wait
wait, wait
I gave up on
journaling
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The next day the sun fell over Cape Cod like an eruption of gooey gold.
We looked at the map of beaches pinned on the kitchen wall. We decided, this time, to go to Skaket Beach on the bay side, protected by the curling arm of the Cape. There the water was gentle and tepid.
When life begins, it starts as a zygote – a single cell with genetic material from two parents. The first job of that cell is to divide. Then those cells divide, and those cells divide, and on and on. As they divide, they get smaller and smaller, and the embryo remains the same size as the original zygote.
Would there really be
A boy such as he?
A boy in bright lincoln leaves?
Is better a story than
The one of Peter Pan,
Flying ‘bove the house’s eaves?
Would there possibly be
A girl such as she?
A girl brave as Tiger?
Is braver a steady soul,
Than one tied to the ship’s hull,
As pirates thought what to do with her?
Would it be believable,
Halfway conceivable,
For a man evil as Hook?
If it were all true,
Would the day we rue
When we were captured by his look?
Dear Homeschooling Friends,
It’s been just over six and a half years since Ben felt the need to let Apricot Pie go, because he no longer had the time to manage it and direct it the way he felt it deserved… and then, after I reached out to him and discussed it for a while, he agreed to pass on the management of it to me rather than let it die.
In his initial announcement, Ben said:
Lately the Lord has been teaching me what joy is, and so I wanted to share a little bit of my personal journey with you.
Disclaimer: I don’t love any of my rabbits more than the others, despite how this story may sound. All of them have had a special place in my heart, and I treasure every one of them. Now on to the story:
Fingers slide; gently gliding
And touching to feel
My name below the title
My dream came true, this book I'm holding
Yeah my dreams came true
I wake
It wasn't even true
No, what I told you
Never came true
He held me in his arms
And I melted inside his heart
One together, only one forever, yes, with you
I cried with happy tears
I wake
It wasn't even true
No, what I told you
Never came true
(Oh, wow, this is so late. I didn't do any writing last month because my brain was fried after grad school applications. Got results back -- was turned down by one school and accepted into another, in Dublin. ^.^
And this month, I started working again, and I always have SUCH a hard time writing while working. Ugh, the struggle. - Sarah)
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"I don't know, Daniel," I said. "I don't know."
I held the GPS up in front of my face.
