Let's hear it for a fresh start in all regards.
Let's hear it for a new year, brown hair, and the good ones.
Let's hear it for new leaves that turn silver when it's going to rain, according to ancient African tribes that can jump without bending their knees.
Let's hear it for books and films and books that turn into films and vice versa.
Let's hear it for summer, but not for summer jobs that eat my life.
Let's hear it for keeping.
I love, and I've missed.
Saturday, June 11, 2005
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