Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Maybe Someday...

I'll come back. But these last days of summer have me singing Natasha and running and cooking vitelottes and babysitting David's nieces and nephews with him and doing anything with him and smoking cloves on the porch in the dead of night and eating shrimp and crab pasta and drinking Yingling by the keg and going to the fair and glowing inappropriately. I love the last week of August.

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