Since March 30, I've been keeping a daily journal responding to quotes from writers, philosophers, and everyday people. Sometimes they make no sense, other times they actually make me smile.
In the first installment I write, "After three years the spice bush erupts in yellow bows on twigs of hair, tiny braids dangling under that favorite tree branch where I feel like Pippi laughing as I swing."
A couple of days later I just worked on listening. "No matter how empty a room it still hums, ticks, and rattles. Once I hitched a ride with older Campfire Girls for a West Virginia caving trip. At fourteen, hanging out with seventeen-year-olds and college freshman in a dorm and cafeteria filled me with excitement.. But we crawled and slithered into a dark cave, turned off our head lamps for real darkness, so only our ears opened up the room."
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