November Habit [Week 3]

November 10.  They were just sitting there, in the woods behind the kiln. An abandoned army.


November 12.  Apparently not a single musical instrument in our house is in tune. We play on anyway.


November 13. I'm so tired of writing mad, but there's no end in sight. Good thing I stopped for coffee, at least.


November 15. As she walked us back to the cells, she said she knew a prisoner who said he had forgotten what tree trunks look like. I never feel so blessed as when I get home from there.

10887582324_0846df6ded_bNovember 16. We talked about not always buying the things we want, and left without tears. I was happily surprised.