- At November 26, 2010
- By carla
- In iPhone, photography, poetry
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Once my teacher set me on a high stool for laughing. She thought the eyes of my classmates would whittle me to size. But they said otherwise. We'd laugh too if we knew how. I pinned my gaze out the window on a ripe line of sky. That's where I was going.
-from "Fuel" by Naomi Shihab Nye
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