11/05/2011

The trees have spoken

So there I was, running and enjoying a little drizzling rain. And as I ran under a row of low-hanging branches, a tree threw up on me.

A shower of tiny black specks all over my face, chest and arms that stuck to my damp skin for the rest of the run.

Dear tree,
Ok, you’re right. I could be more conscious about how much I print at work. But I recycle. And, by the way, those art directors print WAY more than I do.
Love, bebe Me

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