To continue my lyrical fest...
(In This Diary - The Ataris)
Being grown up isn't half as fun as growing up:
These are the best days of our lives.
The only thing that matters
is just following your heart
and eventually you'll finally get it right.
Thats where I am. At the place where the road bends and one path is the one that is lined with spectators to support me, and the other my heart longs for. And I know theres probably a few people along the way who want to trip me, and even fewer to help pick me back up and finish the journey.
Here's to smiling all day. Here's to the sunshine. Here's to the light fall breeze (and snow in NY). Here's to 19. Here's to life.
Well, it finally happened
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Swainson's Hawk, nemesis no longer.
To say that I've wanted to see a Swainson's Hawk in Connecticut for a long
time is one way to put it. But that does not...
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