I just walked through my living room at school. All three people sitting out there had laptops on their laps.
I had an epiphany.
When in the real world, I constantly think about playing and spending time with kids. At camp, I never think about my laptop.
peace, love, and ponies.
"In summer, the song sings itself."
-William Carlos Williams
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Kindly move Chicago to Michigan so that I may see you before frickin' August.
Thanks,
Em
i agree chicago shouldnt be so far away. furthermore i would like to say that we are all obviously suffering from some serious pcss(post camp stress syndrome) probably because the weather outside is frightful and does NOT in any way remind us of camp. i love winter-my favorite season- but i do really miss camp. working reunion weekend broke my heart because i miss camp and all related so much.
what made us like this?
i miss you. i love you, you horsey girl you.
xoxoxoxoxkate
...take me home to the place i belong...after hearing that song so many times this summer, i dream about it in my sleep. ...aaand i get goosebumps, too.
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