horses have feathers I write things in margins and loose sheets of paper and scraps and backs of things. Once in awhile, I copy them here. My name is Keely. I love Jesus.
my childhood summers in five words
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seriously missing EastWind right now.
This is what the best of summer feels like to me. Swimming/tubing/kayaking in the river, and having knots I have to work...