September 17, 2010
In
California
what a difference a picnic makes
I’m happy. In a happy way I have never been before.
And I’m not even trying.
It’s the most odd but peaceful thing to make zero effort and feel like you belong.
Stick a fork in me, I’m done.
Napa~ I think I’m home. (At least for now anyway…)
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