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The wind flapped loose, the wind was still, shaken out dead from the tree and hill; I had walked on at the wind's will-- I sat now, for the wind was still. Between my knees my forehead was-- My lips, drawn in, said not Alas! My hair was over in the grass, My naked ears heard the day pass. My eyes, wide open, had the run Of some ten weeds to fix upon; Among those few, out of the sun, the woodspurge flowered, three cups in one. From perfect grief ther nee not be Wisdom or even memory; One things then learned remains to me-- The woodspurge has a cup of three. -Dante Gabriel Rossetti I fell in love with this poem almost immidiat

I decide a little while ago that I somewhate detest my home town. There is nothing interesting about it: it hasn't changed since I was born, the people all look the same and lead boring straightforward lives . It's dirty: people say, "oh no! red Deer is so clean!" no it's not, it's just that everyone is accustomed to it's filth that we can't remember what well dressed, nice smelling fashinably correct, well spoken people are like because WE HAVE NONE. No, we don't have the same crime rate or homeless people count that calgary or Edmonton does, but is it not true that the lows determine the highs of life? We're so incredibly mediocre, stuck

Hey there Life is pretty decent at the moment! Today I caught up with an old friend and went out to the stable. I'm pretty lonely at night though because everyone leaves me at home alone, but that's ok. It's not too bad. I'm saving up for a new lense! I'm undecided on which one i want though. I know I want one with better zoom capacity! But there are so many options! Eventually I will make a decision and hopefully it will be the right one. Meanwhile, I am really loving my camera. I'm still getting to know it, but it now has a name. A few weeks ago I dubbed it Rollis. It just seemed to suit. Could I explain why? Most likely not, my friend, m