today's crabapple

reinforce



romanticize exotic

like yesterday

jared's first poem ...

   ***
  I had a dream
  that I was in
  a weat feald
  flying a kayt
  when I was 5.
  and the whae
  the wheat swade
  and the trees.
  it rilly felt
  good to be
  like the wind. I wish
  my life cood rilly be
  like that     I wish.
   ***

















hopefully on his 20th birthday yesterday he was dreaming something as lovely...