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Mary bracht6/21/2023 ![]() ![]() The leaping whales seemed to float weightlessly across the clouds. The wind was blowin’ the grey clouds through the wavy waves as the fog drifted to the seashore. The well had water in it, but it was dirty. We didn’t find any but we found a turned over car, leg bone, dead trees, scorpions, beetles, and a well. Today, me, T_, J_, V_, J_ and his little bro went in the field looking for hornytoads. How funny that I wrote a poem for a diary entry…I don’t at all remember writing it. It captures both the freedom of growing up in a small Texas town and the randomness of a girl’s mind. My favourite one is from my twelve year old self. There were of course many more entries that completely took me by surprise. Quite a few of the entries recounted my most poignant childhood memories, and I wonder if the act of writing them down had cemented them in my mind so strongly that I recall them even today. It was a strange experience reading moments from my past, while simultaneously recalling the described events in my head. ![]() I spent the day reading a diary I had written in when I was a young a girl. ![]()
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