Thursday, January 12, 2012
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"if your house were on fire, what single object would you take?" this question becomes difficult to answer with lack of context. Let's assume I am trying to pick one thing out of the house. Allthe people and pets are already out, I am clothed with my wallet and my ID, and some one has already contacted the fire department. So as events happen while this fire is burning I'm asking myself what irreplaceable item do I have to bring. Also is this only my items because maybe I would grab something of my parents for them. So the question continues and I still have no clue what I would grab.
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
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As the fog sinks to the surface of this gloomy town, the rain slams down being blown side to side by the howling winds. The trees sway and creek as if being pushed by a semi-truck. The ocean steams as the cold air kisses it. The simplest weather can make outside a dreaded destination on this early December day. The temperature is way to warm, if it would just drop below the magic number 32 this awful weather would make a lovely winter wonder land. Well in a perfect world some would say, but for now I'll just stay inside in fear of drowning in the heavy rain.
Monday, January 9, 2012
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The dessert in the winter... Freezing wind that chaps your skin, bright sun that blinds. It's such a tease when you look out the window and there is not a cloud in the sky, but then your first step out the door the cold punches and kicks it's way through your layers and freezes you to your core. Not a drop of moisture in the air and no one can remember the last time it rained or snowed. So the people live in this dead oasis of dry grass with frozen dew clung to the tips. No one think of Idaho as a cold place but when winter comes with no moisture it is painful. No clouds to insulate the heart of the state. It is a very dry cold.
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