September 18, 2011
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More photographs, because I don't really know what to say. I didn't think that I would grow attached enough to this corner of the world to miss it, not really - but I did. I do. Because you can't wake up to this every day for three months without it growing in your heart enough to stretch it and leave spaces shaped like mountain ranges when you leave.
I don't have photos of Toronto yet. I will eventually. Library school is an interesting and strange endeavour and when I'm not trying to figure out what the hell I'm supposed to be doing, I take a lot of walks. The walks have become something of an obsession. In addition, I am obsessed with the following: graffiti, Flannery O'Connor, drawing poppies on everything, slam poetry, and acquiring a working bicycle.
Life is nice.
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WHERE ARE THESE POPPIES OF WHICH YOU SPEAK???
x.g.
There is a framed print of red poppies on my wall, I can see it from here.
I printed it out about 4 years ago, at least, when a certain g had some photos.
I want some h drawings with it. Pls?
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