Wow, I can actually sit down at the computer without having to do homework. At least for another week. I so need this break. Yesterday, Erica, my sister, my boyfriend and I went on a photo excursion. But before I left, I made all my cats take their photos with me. They didn't seem to care.
Me and Gort

Me and Jolene

Me and Opus

Here are some photos of the excursion.
Me and Gort

Me and Jolene

Me and Opus

Here are some photos of the excursion.
Things to do for Spring break;
Spend time with friends
Finish lobster painting
Read non school book
Relax!
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It's about a young soldier "sleeping" in a quiet valley :
The Sleeper in the Valley
It is a green hollow where a stream gurgles,
Crazily catching silver rags of itself on the grasses;
Where the sun shines from the proud mountain:
It is a little valley bubbling over with light.
A young soldier, open-mouthed, bare-headed,
With the nape of his neck bathed in cool blue cresses,
Sleeps; he is stretched out on the grass, under the sky,
Pale on his green bed where the light falls like rain.
His feet in the yellow flags, he lies sleeping. Smiling as
A sick child might smile, he is having a nap:
Cradle him warmly, Nature: he is cold.
No odour makes his nostrils quiver;
He sleeps in the sun, his hand on his breast
At peace. There are two red holes in his right side.
Arthur Rimbaud.
this is a poem that everyone in France learn at school at some point.