It's been a good day. We walked through a field full of grass and weeds as high as our waists, and I read a book of photography that blew me away. I watched The Corpse Bride and loved it for many, many reasons.
The diet's working; green is a good color on me; I read in a book on Faerie that fairies have always favored green; the crescent moon came out tonight; there is nothing like approval to satisfy the heart; I love my state of singleness and all its possibilities, all its potential, and all its freedom;
The semi-colon is a useful little chap, as Abraham Lincoln said.
I now have about ten minutes to determine my mode of celebration.
Today I felt happy; today I remembered that "this too shall pass."
I think I've figured it out; how to celebrate, I mean. I'm going to draw a butterfly. I'm going to write a poem and not think, not censor, not second-guess myself at all; then I am going to brew myself a pot - not a cup - a pot of tea, take one cookie, and go outside, look at the moon, and think and think and think until my parents yell at me to come inside.
I'm going to put on a dress and heels and put a bow in my hair.
Goodnight. I go now to prepare.
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