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A home for my restless fingers
Sunday, July 18, 2010
With a willingness to grow
I threw myself to the wind
But when I opened the door
I followed myself back in
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Senior at SMCM, peanut butter fanatic, appreciator of science channel Dinosaur specials, destroyer of microwaves. I sing, ride horses, complain, paint my nails, use improper grammar, and eat Andes mints. Occasionally, I do them all at the same time.
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