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halfway there


Today is (give or take) the halfway point of our internship. That's a pretty big deal! It's been really difficult at times, but it has gone by so fast already. One night last week Jonathan and I sat up late, drinking by a bonfire, talking about the things we already know we will miss. It was a long list. There is constantly so much moving, making noise, eating, drinking, needing some type of attention, that when we go home everything is going to seem still still still. Thankfully, we still have another four months before we have to deal with that transition. 

We made it back from the beach late last night. We stayed a little later than intended (the first beautiful sunset of the week graced us with her prescence, how could we walk away from that?) and then took a detour to avoid a wreck on the interstate, but which led us along parkways and unmarked side streets which felt like surely we were lost for good. We got in with just enough energy to make it to the bed and collapse. It was only a short nap for me, back up at five, and gone to markets. I am exhausted, but it feels good.

With a camera full of beach photos anxious to be shared, I realize that I have almost two months of photos on my camera that I haven't shared with you. Whoops! I've been slacking. So be prepared for some flashbacks in the next few weeks. But for now, just a few of the best (to tide you over.)


















Until next time,
Angela Kelly


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