
Being a Vermonter is spending six months of the year wearing a jacket.
Being a Vermonter is running outside in nothing but leggings and a sweater, thinking it’s springtime when it hits 47 degrees.
Just some little sentences, quick delights, really, jotted down on a tiny reporter's notebook during a flight from Burlington to Raleigh yesterday. Enjoy and remember that the world is full of delight!
I am eleven years old. I think freedom isn't what they say it is.
I live in the land of the free. I am free,
in most ways.
I can be a black belt.
I can be a published poet.
I can win money for my achievements.
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