Thursday, October 28, 2004
I miss the pick-up accupella in the courtyard.
I miss the long IM conversations.
I miss wanderings around a dark campus just discussing life.
I miss the quiet times with a cup of coffee and watching the rain fall.
I miss the star-gazing
I miss the randomness
I miss the rollerblading
Dwell not on what I miss but what I have. But maybe there is a point to be made? Are things the way they could be? should be?
Ecclesiastes 3: There is a time...
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I miss the long IM conversations.
I miss wanderings around a dark campus just discussing life.
I miss the quiet times with a cup of coffee and watching the rain fall.
I miss the star-gazing
I miss the randomness
I miss the rollerblading
Dwell not on what I miss but what I have. But maybe there is a point to be made? Are things the way they could be? should be?
Ecclesiastes 3: There is a time...
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