“I dip my pen in the blackest ink, because I'm not afraid of falling into my inkpot.”
Ralph Waldo Emerson (American Poet, Lecturer and Essayist, 1803-1882)
TIME: 8:30 PM
PLACE: S. 11th Street
SUBJECT: Tree silhouette against evening sky
MB’s baseball team’s end of the season party was held at the same house that we did last year. SD and I were late, as she had soccer practice from 6 until 7pm. Still, she was able to get some swimming, jumping on the trampoline and fishing in the hour and a half that we were there. The evening sky was a pretty pink and the clouds a lovely blue. The trees looked like black ink drawings on a watercolor background.
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