Dear November,
I ran a mile today. I doesn't seem like that much, but it it is when you're pounding it out over packed sand and your lungs feel like they're about to collapse and boy, you really should gone to swim practice more over the summer.
I want to run, and I want to enjoy it.
In other words of sports, I went to a friend's volleyball game tonight. Both teams won, won well, and I talked to an old teacher of mine. About music. It seems like when I'm not pouring it into me, not listening or making it, I have to talk about it. Music has become a part of me, and I can't imagine life without.
God, that was sappy. But it's true.
Goodnight, November. I'll see you later.
See ya, Esther
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dear november
Non-FictionThis is a compilation of letters I wrote daily during the month of November, starting November fourth, skipping one day? two days? and ending on November 30th. Originally done on Polyvore, by @writingtips' and @smileylina 's suggestion, who got the...
