And then there is me. A 21 year old woman, soon to be nurse and wife, trying to make sense of it all.
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Saturday, August 13, 2011
5:00 a.m.
There is something about being up before the sun that has a calmness. The world seems quiet and enjoyable. No noise, just crickets and the wind. A few very early morning birds chirp, and my room is light by a dull lamp.
And then there is me. A 21 year old woman, soon to be nurse and wife, trying to make sense of it all.
And then there is me. A 21 year old woman, soon to be nurse and wife, trying to make sense of it all.
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