"Dirty Mirror"
"under the bar stool"
"an autumn tantrum"
Friday, November 13, 2009
motion prints (stop action, blurred subject, extreme exposure)
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
LOST
I've basically been writing since the day I learned how. It's not just an outlet, it is one of my greatest passions.
I have a folder. It is a green folder with magazine cutouts on the front. This folder holds all my favorite pieces written by me since age 14. When I was about 9 months pregnant, I realized that this folder was lost. I was looking for the folder originally so that I could make some copies of my work to put in my son's scrap book. I wanted him to have a sense of who I am. I STILL have yet to find it. I've been looking everywhere. I am extremely distraught over the idea that it might be gone forever. These poems, these songs, these stories, they're a part of me. I can always write more, but I can't re-write what I've lost. All I can do is pray and keep up the search, but I'm just so worried.
I have a folder. It is a green folder with magazine cutouts on the front. This folder holds all my favorite pieces written by me since age 14. When I was about 9 months pregnant, I realized that this folder was lost. I was looking for the folder originally so that I could make some copies of my work to put in my son's scrap book. I wanted him to have a sense of who I am. I STILL have yet to find it. I've been looking everywhere. I am extremely distraught over the idea that it might be gone forever. These poems, these songs, these stories, they're a part of me. I can always write more, but I can't re-write what I've lost. All I can do is pray and keep up the search, but I'm just so worried.
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