There were diamonds in the grass that night By that I mean, the sparkling water that floats upon the grass The bare branches were stressing their limb to the sky Almost as if they were trying to point to something Trying to tell me "look! Do you see that!" The roots digress from the trunk, uprooting in some random area Like an eye looking up towards the sky Hilary's was a whilrwind of social interaction. Every form of a group was present. Old friends, new friends, everyone, everwhere. We got the... read more
