I'm trying to write Trinity a letter, but I just feel like I could go on and on and on forever and never finish. I feel like there are billions of little things that I could say, and no one letter will ever in a bazillion years encompass all of who Tanya was and what she means to me.
I spent some quality time this morning with best friends. Okay, one best friend and two horses -- one of which is a best friend, most of the time! We rode out in a green field in the misty rain and she said, "we'll just pretend it's Ireland!" and that made it feel less cold.
Sunday, May 25, 2008
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I know what you mean about the letter. It's so hard.
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