I went to Arles yesterday with my class.
It rained for about 15 minutes around 3:30 or so. I miss the rain. It's been sunny and dry for 5 weeks in Aix. It's been hot. It's been windy a day or two. It's quite different from England. Different season, climate, temperament, and life style.
I hope it rains when I'm in London.
I hope the skies drop with the weight of water and press down on our heads so that we have to hunch over and dodge dense clouds. I hope we have to raise our hands and shove the sky up a foot or two. Then I hope the whole sky takes in one monstrous breath that sucks the clouds all the way back to where they started and then I hope it realizes it's over estimated it's ability to handle so much moisture and ruptures.
I hope the sun is in awe of this and steps back for a moment and is silent and feels slightly ashamed while the rain roars in pain and relief.
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Sarah!!! Don't be too gloom. After all, you dd just get three new cds. haha. and you're almost home!! dont leave unhappy from france.
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I thought it was beautifully written. Unparalled. Submit it to what ever U INDY arts and lit publication there is.
ReplyDeleteLove you ever so much. Mom
You write beautiful sentences.
ReplyDeleteP.S. Your mom's name is Julia?
Yeah. It's a beautiful name :)
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