The Grotto was not lit. A sad landing..my landmark to orient myself..gone. Two new cars. One is a small SUV. I'm saddened, Disapointed. "But it's a small one!" my father points out. This does not cheer me up. But what does it my parents smiles, tears, and hugs. Waiting patiently for 3 hours in the airport for me to come in. In my mom's conductor pants.
Saturday, July 26, 2003
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- Name: Kristy
- Location: Madison, Wisconsin, United States
Map-maker, urban chicken keeper, missing Oregon
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