I am terrible at keeping up with things, as you can see if you have been reading my blog. At the moment grad as finally finished and tomorrow we leave for Cuba. The hope that something perfect will happen on the trip is almost overwhelming. Things seem to be working themselves out so far, hopefully I won't have to intervene, and they will continue to happen as planned. Not that they really are planned events, merely events that have spent years in the making.
I don't really know what to write right now, but I think a little word play might be something fun. I wrote this with a friend a while back, when we were talking about the differences between languages and the barriers it can create. Enjoi :)
Broken, we can be both broken hearted and broken boned. One seems much worse than the other, but not in a way that should be as obvious as it seems. Broken hearted never shows, there may be tears, and scars and lies. But they are never on the surface. When our bones are broken we hide nothing, it is obvious, an outright terror. I would rather be broken boned than have a heart that will never heal.
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