no one suspects the butterfly...

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

4.28.2004

I forgot to mention, yesterday, on my hike I fell into the stream, I thought I was crossing the shallow part but, it was the deep part and I got wet up to both pockets. i was squishing the rest of the hike. then I was almost late for work because I hadn't planned on going home to change but I smelled like pond slime. I doubt visitors like pond slime smell. Love to all

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