symphony no.1 and 2

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Sometime in late July and early August I went on a trip to florida with my husband and some of his family. Stayed in a room where the windows were always opened. It was really nice, a good escape. I wrote about it all in my notebook then came back home and typed the short waves of thought up. It's weird saying things like "my husband," it feels silly and strange - but not necessarily wrong or out of place. I'm trying to make myself say it more, to be less self conscious about the things I firmly believe in and the choices I deliberately make.

Anyways, here are the two pieces I wrote far far away from home.
Both of which were scribbled down late at night after everyone was already asleep.