it's never enough until your heart stops beating
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latest archive about email links yearbook japan photoblog wish list	Wed Apr 13 05 / 9:39 PM At the cherry blossom party on Sunday, I was isolated by my late arrival, my relative sobreity, and my shyness; but I wasn't alone for once. There were several other people sitting on the edges of our plastic tarp, talking intermittently, not being adopted by fellow Japanese picnickers, and looking forward to returning to their home countries. Today I went to a new school where I was a great teacher. And even though I was the only teacher, that had very little to do with it. My satisfaction or lack thereof will never be about anything more or less than my own self.
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Lisa Higgs
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