A four months long account of a woman who has never been on an airplane, who has barely been outside of Texas, and who is tirelessly trying to plan her wedding while on a foreign continent. Wednesday, August 3, 2011. Let me just say, that this was insane.

The good, the bad, and the ugly writings of abigail stall. Poetry prose essays short, short stories mostly just poetry. Sometimes, a door slams in your face. One you thought would stay open, at least for awhile. In this season of thanksgiving, how does a girl climb out from beneath her warm blanket of sadness and try to look at the world again with the eyes of that optimistic little girl? But for a lifetime? Filed in free verse.

The later is more like the consequence I personally face. But, thinking? While watching a soccer game, my brain randomly wandered to the di.

Tuesday, December 11, 2007. The crowing of the farm rooster woke Madison up early the next morning. She rubbed her eyes sleepily and sat up in her bed.

And we try ,and we fall , And we live another day. Niedziela, 17 listopada 2013. Następnego dnia Melissa nie miała czasu dla siebie ani nawet dla Maxa ,praca w warsztacie wzywała ją od rana. Chciała tylko nie widzieć rozbawionych min swoich współpracowników kiedy powie im co stało się z samochodem. Czy ja dobrze widzę? Odezwał się Tony kiedy blondynka odholowała samochód tuż przed warsztatem. -Nie nie to na pewno twój samochód? Tony zgo.