Peregrination to Atland, Narwithia and Salisithia has provided peace. Though we shed some tears as hand in hand we stepped our way back home(actually we cried ourselves all the way to route 81) we are still better and wiser having had the time to...
chase pigs and cows, make fresh butter and lemon hummus, pit cherries, tie-dye anything cotton and left unguarded, drink goat's milk and wine, and wage war on invading Narwithians/Salisithians.
The three were crowned in moss and ash, and all wore capes cut from the finest remnants in the land.
HERE'S A POEM FOR...
Maggie
Ten, friend
Playing, feeding, sleeping,
Lives on a farm;
Margaret
FROM...
Mary
almost ten, friend
Playing, swinging, singing,
Lives too far away;
Alma
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We love you! We can't help it, we always will! So glad you speak my language! See you soon.
Boo Radley came out after you left and sure enough, he was wearing one of them faded out funny t-shirts. Atticus still hasn't put his on. But he did shoot the mad dog cause he killed the metaphor for racial, how we say down here, difficulties. So them bein' all killed, I be workin on my other difficulties.
Scout's friend
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