The School Year Has Ended

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It’s over.

~Natalia

Scenes from Spring Break {Yosemite Memories}

I wrote an essay today, about Yosemite.
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I wrote about the mountains and the falls and the valley view.
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And the more I wrote, the more I missed that California Park.
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I didn’t think, before the trip, that I’d find Yosemite quite so wonderful.
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But I absolutely fell in love with it.
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And I’m rather hoping to return again, soon.
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~Natalia

The School Year Ends {Three}

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I walked to the beach today.
Up LaSalle, down Oak,
across Michigan.
And these two,
together in the big city,
she held his finger and they walked.
I don’t know them,
and soon I passed them.
But I walked slow, for a moment,
to stay behind them
and watch
their downtown
handholding
walk.

~Natalia

The School Year Ends {Two}

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A second day,
here’s a commute last week.
The train’s empty,
deserted,
at 10 in the morning.

~Natalia

The School Year Ends {One}

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The school year will end
in just a week’s time.
There will be tests and work
and packing,
and we hope to chill a bit, too.
Amongst all that, what I have for you,
are some pictures from the year
that’s just gone passed.

Today the shot
is some tulips I found
bright,
pink,
in front of the clock tower.

~Natalia

The Child Turns 8

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Dear Wee,

I remember eight. Seven, not so much. Eight: yes. I’m not sure why; maybe because eight is the year that little child turns slowly into preadolescent, older child, little lady. But I remember being eight.

I hope you do, too. I hope when you’re twenty, twenty-one, older even, I hope you look back and say, “I remember eight. Eight was good.” That’s my birthday wish for you.

That eight truly is great.
That you begin to push open the door of all the learning that’s ahead of you.
That you dive deeper into developing the talents that you have.
That you try things you’re a little scared of.
And that you have fun trying them.
That you fall down well, gracefully.
And that you pick yourself up, let yourself be picked up, and try again.
That you let yourself be taught, be trained, be shaped.
That you smile, which you already do so well.
That you fall in love with the God who made you and who adores you.

Happy Birthday, Glendy! Welcome to eight.

~Natalia

Life Right Now {#43}

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Looking UP at a Moody spring moon on Monday night.

~Natalia

Scenes from Spring Break {Little Archer}

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Glendy, age almost 8.
Photo taken at Roberts Ranch, CA.

~Natalia

Meet The Floor

I realized that you’ve never seen
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these pics of some of the girls

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I call my family,

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because we’re all together on this dorm floor (and some others, too).

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Well…
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Now you have!

~Natalia

Life Right Now {#41}

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I don’t mind, really, when people come over.

WHich is good, because that happens rather much.

It’s almost all right, almost great,

when all those people and kids

are coming over all that time,

because they see my family

and that I don’t mind,

because I’m rather proud of it.

You see these people? These are my people.

And I like them.

~Natalia

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