Between 3:35 and 5:15

Names are given by first letter so as to avoid identification.

H just had something of a small breakdown. O's knee still pained. Z and E scouting, not hearable. B helped for first time in while. P fun. M I want to talk to tonight.

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What if the sun rose and never set again? It's funny how I seem to press down either just enough to leave a mark or so much that it indents the beneath several pages. When I pen, that is. Maybe when I do other things, too. I'm hearing stories about camp I'm thinking about camp and how glad I am that I attend an all boys. But I need girls. Or, I should say, groups I'm in need girls. Not always, but they need the balance of the two genders. I wouldn't exactly want to be in a group with only girls besides me. No, thank you. I heard of Smith College not actually being a Girls' only school anymore. The 2% of guys who attend are the smart ones. Or could it be Mt. Holyoke.

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The sun greeted us as morning, as leader, as grateful, as we came like Lewis and Clark unto this new land.

Author's Note

Written October '12
The photo is mine; you can find more at kapiyva.deviantart.com

Reviews

[Brian]

Very interesting little piece. I have never seen this kind of writing style on this website but I like it. Its kind of like flowing thoughts. Anyway, very original and good job!

[Different Wings]

Thank you! To be honest, it IS flowing thoughts. Glad you like it.