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| the day: a misty sunday |
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| the scene: a snowy wood |
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| the players: family (and friends) |
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| the goal: a christmas tree |
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| the result: the christmas spirit |
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About Me
- chelsea :: stock
- wife, mother, the rest is to be discovered. I write. poetry. yes I realize how unicorn that sounds. I jog. come on, jogging can be cool. for serious. I jealousize. yeah I do the envy thing, but in a nice way. I stare. its usually an accident. an awkward one. I pretend. can't help it, still fun to imagine. I laugh. and it changes, really, it does, kinda weird. I remember. the best and worst memories at the best and worst times. I dream. nightmares nearly every night for as long as I can remember, says more about me than alot of things. I think. and chances are, about you at one point. be flattered its good.
3 comments:
how freaking cool is that!!! chopping down your own tree! you look amazing by the way!! miss you so much and Merry Christmas!
i love your tree! so awesome that you got to go visit a snowy forest and chop down your own tree. someday, someday.
owen just barely asked me when we were going to go cut down our xmas tree...
"ummm, we don't do that here."
i feel like his christmas is being ruined at every turn.
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