My parents sold my horse this morning. I honestly didn’t think it would hurt this much, since I knew it was going to happen… But I was so wrong.
Monthly Archives: March 2004
Canada, Part Four
Friday was the day of the funeral. John and Juliana would attend and leave me in Ottawa to rampage the city, infecting it with Yankee blood. They dropped me off in front of a nature museum, where I became the camera-happiest chick alive.
“Follow this to Elgin Street, go left, and follow it all...