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Sunday, December 16, 2007


3:55 PM

My Garden

A class of youth, struggling to place themselves in a future that seems too distant and alien.

Sometimes, plants grow

♥ joan
♥ steph
♥ tiara

And so, we look back


October 2007
December 2007
January 2008
February 2008
March 2008
April 2008
May 2008
August 2008
October 2008

Thinking of the present


Rules for Writing.
1. Please include your name, because as much as we like to pretend we are psychic, we are not.
2. Please do not erase anything from the former posts especially those not written by you. This is rude, people.
3. Please write with seemingly objective views. I say seemingly because sometimes, subtlty works too. (:

Telling our friends


That we thank them


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