January 18, 2008
descriptive journal entry
this was in response to a prompt about describing something. yup.
I spread myself out on the rough, holey hammock by a body of calm moving water. I carefully place a small white earphone in each ear and out of the little speakers came a light jazz. A subtle wind blew and the hammock gently swayed back and forth. The smell of the river mixed with old rope filled my nose with the great outdoors. It was there that I fell asleep.
We're making history. 
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