no one suspects the butterfly...

In retelling my journeys, as in making them, I do not know how to stop -- Rousseau

3.17.2003

I came home to Tucson. I was bribed with homemade cookies, eggplant and a fire in the fireplace. My parents are good though. It is nice to be here.The cookies are tasty. It is nice to be home for a little bit. I am making pictures to hang on my walls because my mom has a good printer and endless supplies of paper. It is raining out and nice to be in drinking hot chocolate and talking with my mom.

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