Delicate white flakes
Falling slowly through the air
Melting on the ground
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A picaresque account of a year in Kragujevac, Serbia.
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"The test of an adventure is that when you're in the middle of it, you say to yourself, 'Oh, now I’ve got myself into an awful mess; I wish I were sitting quietly at home.' And the sign that something's wrong with you is when you sit quietly at home wishing you were out having lots of adventure."
~Thornton Wilder
~Thornton Wilder
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FYI, Meaghan knows this isn't a very good poem. Like a good gen-X'er, she's being "ironic." I think.
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