riding the train home from Penn
Wednesday, February 20, 2013
Last night, riding the train home in the wet muck of an undecided weather day, I, like an orchid bloom, held my secret close.
Today I share it with you.
I'm wholly love the students I teach. And they earn that love.
1 comments:
I don't think that was really a secret...anyone who knows you would expect nothing less from you and would know you would expect nothing less from them.
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