Midwestern on the West Coast

These are the love letters I am writing to my family in Wisconsin, while I am here in northern California. It's a way for us to stay connected at a click of the mouse.

This is how it works: You're young until you're not, you love until you don't, you try until you can't, you laugh until you cry, you cry until you laugh, and everyone must breathe until their dying breath.

No, this is how it works: You peer inside yourself, you take the things you like, and try to love the things you took, and then you take that love you made, and stick it into someone else's heart, pumping someone else's blood, and walking arm in arm, you hope it don't get harmed, but even if it does, you'll just do it all again. - "On the Radio" by Regina Spektor

Midwestern on the West Coast

Monday, April 23, 2007

The Sun Setting at Table Bluff (the Loleta beach)

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