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Looking back, it's funny the random little things you remember. It's always little snippets of time; fleeting moments that when you think about it, you're not positive why these moments are burned in your memory. One of my favorite instances: Bruno, on my last night in sao paulo, getting dressed and turning to look at me. I'm not sure exactly what he was thinking, and i don't think he did either. I will never ever forget his face at that moment. And that is the number one reason why i want to go back to brazil. I dont' have anything else to talk about. I don't want to fill my journal up with random crap about what i did that day. I did, however, finally see someone i haven't seen since the summer, and she brought with her the most fabulous little person. I missed her. I am more proud of her than she'll ever know. (a prayer for me. please please please please please please please. i really really want.) |
awake.