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Sunday, September 20, 2009

This morning I woke up and it was brilliantly sunny and gorgeous outside. It's Sunday of course. I don't know if i can properly verbalize this, but do you ever associate specific weather conditions with memories? For example, if the sky is really blue and the clouds are a certain way I think of a time when I was little and my dad took me to the park. And if is it cloudy and gray and a bit gloomy during the fall I think of my first day of third grade. Today I realized that brilliantly gorgeous summer Sundays now remind me of when Dr. Tiller was murdered.

And I re-remember that he isn't here to help anymore. And then I get more sad.

I miss Dr. Tiller. :(


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