I woke up late this morning because last night I was with my little brother all night. We did it Sunday night too. Talking, laughing, understanding, hoping, waiting... being us.
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Yesterday we watched a frightful movie during the day so it wouldn't be so scary. Even though I screamed a lot I wasn't really scared. But Matt closed the shutters so it would seem dark. The "dark" prevented us from realizing that outside was mirroring our movie. When it was over we looked outside and it was storming and winding. And the clouds were real dark. In Arizona, the rain smells like heaven does. When liz got here last night with memz, all wet from dancing in our wet heaven, she said "While I was driving, it suddenly started to rain... I saw how it smelled so I rolled down the window". It is clean, refreshing, new, hopeful... when it rains here I always feel those ways afterward. My freshmen year Mom mailed me a sprig of creosote to remember. And I did. I wish you could all wikipedia "creosote", and that they could have the smell attached online so you could really understand Arizona rain.
You. I don't even know who you are apart from a few cousins and liz and emily.
I just made you purple, how does that make you feel?
It's my favorite color- I turned you into something beautiful.
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My house is quiet, the air conditioner is working hard because the rain yesterday made it humid outside. Dad is typing away, and has an auditory signal when he recieves emails. Pretty sure I'll never need one of those. Mom and Matt are driving to LA today. For me, or at least part of me. You see, they are taking my cello over for a "check-up", China left him banged up and he cracked. I can't drive with 'em because I am only at week 4 of recovery....
Someone should invent creosote cologne.
This blog post is really accurate- and therefore I think its beautiful: http://hollyandrose.blogspot.com/2009/07/something-about-being-campbell.html
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Master of light, my God
Before whom stars tremble
And fall into themselves,
Who glows within each thing
Beyond reach of language
And deeper than silence,
Who passes through the dark
That draws us towards death
And makes it one with you,
Whose light is everywhere
Wherein I stand and see
My shadow disappear.
-Kevin Hart
Before whom stars tremble
And fall into themselves,
Who glows within each thing
Beyond reach of language
And deeper than silence,
Who passes through the dark
That draws us towards death
And makes it one with you,
Whose light is everywhere
Wherein I stand and see
My shadow disappear.
-Kevin Hart
Dear Friends
A drop of golden sun
Desert rain is pretty awesome. I kind of want to eat the smell...if you know what I mean.
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