"The desert bears only a scathing sun, and nothing more."
"What about mirages?"

Saturday, July 4, 2009

The NewFound Land Journals, Entry 1.

Tommorrow, and exactly 12:00 midnight, I will board a plane. I'm heading to the Maritimes for three weeks, to work for my grandparents at their little Bed and Breakfast. Seeing as I've never been east before, hell, I've barely even been out of Alberta, I thought that I would take this rare oppurtunity to share it. I will write an entry for everyday that I spend in NewFound Land, along with continuing to share some of my writing.

Wish me luck.

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