Ah, I love talking to friends. And I love MuKappa. And I love talking to friends about MuKappa. Life is wonderful.
So Maxim Gorky's My Childhood. It's a good autobiography that isn't very autobiographical. But I suppose people have the right to make up things about their life and publish them, as long as they don't claim it to be the truth (just ask they guy from Oprah...).
Sunshine and snowfalls
Maybe it's getting warmer, but today
it's still pretty cold.
When we're maybe halfway through Harley's class the sun shines on my back, through my hair, and onto my desk. It simulaniously produces a profound contentment with life and the strong desire to take a nap.
We should all write poems about our childhood, dear readers. Send me yours and I'll work on one to share with the world.
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"Verily, verily, I say unto you, Except a corn of wheat fall into the ground and die, it abideth alone: but if it die, it bringeth forth much fruit." John 12:24
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