
Saturday morning, teacher and student took advantage of a break in the incessant rain to go for a walk along the river (which had come up five feet in three days and is now a raging muddy torrent). When you have school every day in the same room for six or seven hours, these kinds of breaks become quite necessary, I suppose. I tagged along to enjoy the company and to witness the earth coming back to life again.

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This has nothing to do with this post...
After lunch when Cherith was clearing away the dishes, I caught her singing, "why am I so fixed on I? Maybe I am not what it's about..."
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