Cinderella 99
12/12/2016
Deep thought hits you like a ton of bricks. You sit in your favorite chair, and as something like a lead curtain falls over your face, you somehow have enough energy to maintain. You could be thinking about the past, about people you love, with the hope that God will bring you your friends during your years at Stratford High. Every inclination you had about catching up comes together and a profound sense of nostalgia overtakes you. You may wonder, days later, why you reached out to those friends long since departed. But something in you is glad you did. This is good.