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February 13, 2006
Outside the front door a flower blooms.
Missouri is not a warm in the winter state. I am apparently a make the winter mild good luck charm. I leave Boston and it becomes nice and snowy. Today the tempature got up to sixity and after being a very bad girl (I ran a mile (which was stupid but worth it)) I lay in a huge feild. I watched the ducks flying above my head as the sky changed from a viberant blue to the pastels of dusk. I loved every second of smelling the dead brown grass. I still can't figure out if ducks can really fly or if it is all just allusion. If you watch them fly it does not seem to be working out well; their wings move akin to empty gloves afixed to their large bodies.
I love that here in the suburbs of Missouri you can spend a good portion of the day looking for views that don't show any humanity. Hills are good for this.
I fixen up my little sisters bike on Valentines day as a little treat to myself. Oh baby, me love you long time.
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Running was in fact not worth it.
Posted by: Cripple at February 13, 2006 10:29 PM
Running is rarely worth it. Will you be riding your sister's bike? If so, you should totally tape some cardboard wings to the bicycle frame. This won't allow you to fly, but it will allow you to blend in with the duck colony and obtain, possibly, some of the guarded secrets of duckflight.
Posted by: jb at February 14, 2006 06:26 AM
I, also, love the smell of dead grass when the snow melts.
Posted by: Natalie at February 15, 2006 12:28 PM