thanksgiving in america (don't rush it) word of the day—festinate.

it's gloomy—i'm wet to the skin—so's little bear actually we're dry almost now. we played hall ball and rub-a-dub. thanksgiving should be glorious sun and i'll wear my bee t. thanksgiving for the fantasy america. the quaint perpetuated colonial stage america perpetuates. my inner child cries get me out of here. yet i give thanks every day.