Sails unfurl full mast upon timber strong
Excitement out our pores and soul in our song
Rays pour down like golden crowns upon our brow
Gentle but full the zephyr does warm felicity arouse
The last tick resonates and ushers in the tone
The last tock echoes and richochets in our bones
Fading voices cry with glee from the mirage of the shore
And bend and come 'round as they do implore
Follow that masterless chorus upon every wave
Whether to bliss, to fortune, to the unknown, to our grave
_Thursday
Sam Ash
Doc's
_Friday
Psych papers
Senior Picnic
_Saturday
?
_Sunday
?
! spring break !
_Monday
San Diego w/ Nino
_Tuesday
San Diego " "
_Wednesday
Snowboarding? " "
& back to the valley
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