This is the historic Lucky Seven watering trough on Ripton Road in Lincoln, Vermont. It was used as its name suggests -- as a watering trough -- when the road was only a horse trail. Now, it runs nearly nonstop, providing icy cold and drinkable water basically year round.
Even with my friends, I'm alone.
They date. They love each other.
They don't think I notice
They don't think I notice how stingy we're becoming:
They don't think I notice the reluctance to use the propane heat.
They don't think I notice how cold it is when I crawl out of bed every morning.
Dear World,
I am teenager. I am on the cusp of life, a time when my entire life is ahead of me yet I am beginning to feel as if some parts of it are behind me.
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