All the trees of the field will clap their hands.

This is my Pensieve. Hopefully less turgid than my blog, and more playful than work or school.
May13
(Miss Laura Snider) I was holding my breath until the tulips and the goose-bumps bloomed. You said they would never come in time and I didn’t believe you. Why was I was still afraid? How silly I was to fear your rationality. 

(Miss Laura Snider) I was holding my breath until the tulips and the goose-bumps bloomed. You said they would never come in time and I didn’t believe you. Why was I was still afraid? How silly I was to fear your rationality.