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Day four

Today I saw a woman with four chins lying on the People's Court. I didn't think anyone was breave enough to wear a duster in public, but I guess she was.

yesterday I saw a Christmas tree with blue, yellow and green ornaments on it.

It sounded like something right out of the nut cracker.
If you looked inside of me you would see someone full of Christmas cookies and hope for the future.

The most beautiful, terrible thing is when a child stops believing in Santa. It is a loss of innocence and a right of passage all at the same time.

The five things I saw that no one else saw


  1. The layer of dust on my copies of the amazing Spiderman DVDs.
  2. The turquoise threads in the hat that I bought this summer.
  3. The drop of milk on my DVD remote
  4. The Tybee possibly poisonous spider that landed on my arm, it is the first one I have ever killed.
  5. The box of pair – applesauce that sits in my room.

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