...such a name, so deserving....why? Because I feel dead. All of the papers, projects, and intended countless hours of studying. But, here I am, almost through the worst of it, and after it's over it's another year down. Ahhh I raise my...uh...energy drink...to those fighting with me....on the front line.
Picking up where I left off I sadly have very little to update. I have been putting much time and effort into this spring quarter at school -where I am finally within arms reach of the light at the end of the tunnel. Dancing has ceased temporarily as we all have more then just a few things on our plates....and although I miss the dancing, the faces are what I miss the most. They have through time become very familiar..like a sort of family. My hair is now black, but my eyes are still blue.....new purses and accessories manifest in colors of the rainbow attempting to will the weather to show the sun. Surrounded by towering trees and soft gusts....the smell of fresh rain....and the physical diversity.....ahhhhh, this is Bellingham: a city I wish to never leave. Men and women of all types, sizes, ages, and ethnicitys standing all on one corner, the same corner, holding hands, sharing love, and carrying signs to remind us to....well, live.
Two older women...both passionate about the war, yet seemingly differing views, standing shoulder to shoulder, not in competition with each other but instead excited at the shared passion...there they were reminding us to LOVE
And the connection of generations. A young male, arms outstretched to two males standing on either sides, both with gray hair framing there educated faces, and one with a cane, not looking of old age but rather of infinite wisdom...this reminding us of HARMONY
a man in his mid 40's with a white 8 x 11 sheet of paper with five simple, seemingly perfect capital letters
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