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Friday morning in all its glory:

I woke up to the sun shine flooding the small living room of my older sister's 3rd floor apartment. My eyes weren't tired anymore but thankful for the first picture they were greeted with: rolling green hills with a valley full of living accomodations for college students and families. Bekah and I ate breakfast together as I read to her the duties she must complete for her "room inspection" at the end of the semester. "Yes, Bekah, you can move the refridgerator from the wall and vacuum behind it." Everything is non-abrasive; everything will be shiny. My lazy morning continues as I prepare to get "artsy" to the tune of the WWU marching band practicing somewhere in the valley. The brassy calls and sick drum beats echo off the hills coming back to the small living room of my older sister's 3rd floor apartment.

See, I told you: glory.