The Kiss

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  “Ryabovitch pulled the bed-clothes over his head, curled himself up in bed, and tried to gather together the floating images in his mind and to combine them into one whole. But nothing came of it. He soon fell asleep, and his last thought was that someone had caressed him and made him happy—that something extraordinary, foolish, but joyful and delightful, had come into his life. The thought did not leave him even in his sleep. When he woke up the sensations of oil on his neck and the chill of peppermint about his lips had gone, but joy flooded his heart just as the day before.” The Kiss By Anton Chekhov (1860–1904)

Where I've Been All Week

Today is the last day of the South Carolina State Fair, where I've been working security for the last 12 days. It's been a fun, amazing time, hours and hours of very hard work but the weather's been perfect, and the staff are awesome. I'd do this again, without question. Here are snapshot of the week. Enjoy!

































































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