First thing I could see: My sister Anna Not really sure where I was going with this when I started but ended up making a story about why our town has so many trees!
Warning: course language! as well as (probably poorly translated) Maori!
What is a poet? An unhappy person who hides deep anguish in his heart, but whose lips are so formed that when the sigh and cry pass through them, it sounds like lovely music. — Søren Kierkegaard, Philosopher & Theologian
Anna sat in front of her laptop.pdf
