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Once in awhile I think to myself 'Zeineb, you spend an awful lot of time going on livejournal and posting any old thing that pops into your head. I am sure your friends can not be all that interested in your various headaches, volunteer, and bus adventures. Let us be frank, you are not all that interested in your various headaches, volunteer, and bus adventures. Don't you think the courteous thing to do would be to post something of substance and interest to others? The talented individuals on your f-list do so, you could at least make an attempt.'
Seeing as my only talent is reading voraciously my only possibly reply to such thoughts is a book review.
( I looked up from the journal, glanced out the kitchen window, and thought about Hannah's first garden. A rectangle of ordinary flowers and vegetables. It had been a tamed thing once, not like the wild, circular garden it was now. )
Seeing as my only talent is reading voraciously my only possibly reply to such thoughts is a book review.
( I looked up from the journal, glanced out the kitchen window, and thought about Hannah's first garden. A rectangle of ordinary flowers and vegetables. It had been a tamed thing once, not like the wild, circular garden it was now. )
