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continuing my list of one thousand gifts . . . I'm one-tenth of the way there now . . .
0081. eighteen years of life
0082. richard foster's books
0083. the kindness of a lady who graciously gave me (an almost total stranger) a beautiful old film camera
0084. peach-picking and picnics
0085. achingly hot summer days, when the sun feels very close
0086. a brother who surprised me and came home from his summer away just to celebrate my birthday
0087. this constant and eternal hope
0088. childhood novels
0089. divine rest . . . come all who are weary . . .
0090. visits from old friends
0091. anticipation
0092. sunflowers and farmers markets
0093. the giggles and shouts and sheer noise of a classroom full of five and six year olds with boats sinking into the seas and porcupines crawling about
0094. having amy home again
0095. letters in the mailbox from faraway friends
0096. peach custard pie
0097. my new-found love of cantaloupe
0098. the complete silence of the house while reading in bed each night before turning the lights out
0099. how very green the world is, particularly this time of year
0100. this last week when I can still imagine what college will be like, without yet experiencing it, knowing how naive I am, and how much I will most likely grow and change this next year . . .
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all's grace,
Jessina
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