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At the edge of the Caldera, the hot springs of Wyoming exhale– Smoke whispers up into the skies like spirits. Craters stretch on plains of rock– round footprints of some ancient being. Orange ripples into blue. The etchings of her grey veins zigzag like cobweb. The geysers here erupt without warning every thirty-minutes or so, over three-hundred feet up, splashing the sky with scalding water. The tour guide says people have died from the burns. I am seven-years-old. I stick

Dani and I sat outside today, eating nectarines in the sun. I played guitar and she mocked the way my hands, covered with juice, stuck to the strings. The sun didn’t set until 10:45pm. When it got cool we layed on the grass under a blanket and watched the stars. As one shot across the sky I wished this would last forever. ______________________________________________________________________________________ After being gifted the journal for her birthday in late June, Isla w

day 1 dear diary, today marks the beginning of my amazing, spectacular, sensational fishing journey with my dad. we’re gonna catch a boat load of fish, and by the end of it, i’m gonna be a frickin fishing professional. signed, wesley ____________________________________________________________________________________ day 167 dear diary, the number of fish we’ve been catching keeps dropping. yesterday we caught like 20 something fish, but today we only caught 1. i don’t know w

Bzzzzzz…Bzzzzzz…Bzzzzzz… Joe woke up to the humming of AC. Maria left a few wrinkles on the bedsheet on her side of the bed. She’s making breakfast now, judging by the scent of batter and syrup. Sleep had not yet left Joe’s eyelids, but he managed to find his way to the bathroom, listlessly squeezing toothpaste onto his toothbrush. Another day. He sat down for breakfast, turning on the erected screen on the table. Maria was frying pancakes in the kitchen, batter splashing ont