I wrote this at the cove this year and reading it last night, i relised that it really explained me well...

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July 22 [or 23...] 2006
Tropical storm and T-Storm warings for the rest of camp.
Right as i got to my reflections spot it rains and my wonderful tree doesn;t stop the droplets from falling. I took salvation on the back of bree pourch and did leaf printings with my earing. The maple looks the best.
Rain rain go away come again some other day
that isn't reflections
I've missed it for the past two days! And now i'm getting rained out of the 3rd! The rain still comes in "Clips and phrases, all sane and logical" but it's not quite logical. More like Chaos theory Logical. It comes like waves in an attack, the sun shining over the warriors heads, evaporating the sweat that is their being. Makes me think of 'crimson droplets' now i have that song stuck in my head...