Even though the forty-five faces mixed with nineteen flowers was the only image the ink-laden 8x10 paper showed, in it she saw so much more than simple eyes and petals: an illuminated pile of secrets in the only house still spilling light at 1 a.m.; the attempt to sing about hitch-hikers and wagon wheels, only to be thwarted by the inability to control sobs; the raucous classroom shoving aside Woodrow Wilson for a double rainbow; the wild hair obscuring her vision after four days found in the new wilderness; the night spent in their tangled arms, watching the moon rise to its zenith above a hill of gardens, before the end.
I REALLY EFFING MISS YOU. Please call! text! facebook! email! write! stalk! whatever! i will be so happy to just even see your name. pleasepleaseplease take care and be happy. I LOVE YOU ALL! lots of love and hugs
Hey Megan, it's Megan!
ReplyDeleteI just wanted to let you know that I had this brunch with 2 alumni. The guy kept making these remarks comparing Mountain School to Hogwarts. He said that he felt like Marc was like Hagrid... and a few other things and it really made me think of yoU!!
Love yoU!!! <3
love you!
ReplyDeletehaha hey megan. THAT'S AWESOME. I WOULD'VE BEEN SO HAPPY! i've always thought marc was distinctly like hagrid! i love you guys so much
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