Sunday, August 9, 2009


Amber: Driving back from Chincoteague, Va.

Ben: They were but only mundane, stuck, and rusted by the weathering days and nights of blistering heat, and wet periods of precipitate; they were, they were, they were but nails in an erect coffin roadside and hidden by the evenly cast shade of the weighted but thinning branches above.

Morgan: Making mud brownies for a potluck later.

Rachel: Shower time.

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