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That One Summer
June 29, 1967
It has been two weeks since I had heard from Valyrie. The world had seemed to spin so fast that nothing I could do would make it stop, or slow down at least. The heat of the dry, stagnant air cause my neck to sweat, and my body to grow uncomfortable. I sit here listening to Elvis, while I write in the dark, hazy sunset light, swatting mosquito's as I barely manage to grip the small pencil with my sweaty hands. It's hard to read my writing now as the page turns musky brown as I keep touching the lead marks and smearing them all over. Oh well, I don't care. It's my diary, it's not like anyone will read it anyway. Well, I guess I'll go now. The heat is unbearable and my hand has a cramp.
Kris
It has been two weeks since I had heard from Valyrie. The world had seemed to spin so fast that nothing I could do would make it stop, or slow down at least. The heat of the dry, stagnant air cause my neck to sweat, and my body to grow uncomfortable. I sit here listening to Elvis, while I write in the dark, hazy sunset light, swatting mosquito's as I barely manage to grip the small pencil with my sweaty hands. It's hard to read my writing now as the page turns musky brown as I keep touching the lead marks and smearing them all over. Oh well, I don't care. It's my diary, it's not like anyone will read it anyway. Well, I guess I'll go now. The heat is unbearable and my hand has a cramp.
Kris
Published 20th Jun 2013
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22nd Jun 2013 3:44am
I could see this so clearly, Kris!
Descriptively written! Nice diary excerpt! Xo
Descriptively written! Nice diary excerpt! Xo
22nd Jun 2013 4:31am
