Lewis Ford

18

Artist

The Ford Farm

'Colors changing hue, morning field of amber grain,
Weathered faces lined in pain,
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.'

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aquietbeauty:

It’s been a little quiet around here. Where is everyone?

No idea.

It feels so good to be home again.

l-anneblanchard:

Aw Lew, I’ve missed you so much. How are you?

i’ve missed you more, Lee. I’ve been alright. And yourself, gorgeous?

It feels so good to be home again.

l-anneblanchard:

Well it’s good to have you back. 

mae-nelson:

No, you will. And you’ll take Lee with you….and I’ll be stuck here for my senior year. Great. This is great. Nope, I don’t think so.

Come on Mae, don’t be like this. You don’t even know if Lee will come or not. Most likely she won’t come. I mean, her mother definitely won’t allow it. Well even if I do go, I’ll still write to you.

Hello Sen.

sophieclaybourne:

Hello Soph. 

mae-nelson:

Oh….so you’re leaving too. You’re welcome.  Mother’s day was fine.

No, I don’t think I’ll be leaving. Father definitely won’t let me unless I run away…  Been up to much? 

Apparently I got accepted in Brown first

wyatt-blanchard:

She’s always like this and she sort of laughed when I found out what she had done. I don’t think she’s going to be so nice to her.

No offence but she’s worse than I thought she’d be. So… Any hope of going to Brown or is it going to be Notre Dame? 

Apparently I got accepted in Brown first

wyatt-blanchard:

Because she wants me to go to Notre Dame.

So she doesn’t care what you think. I hope she’s not going to be like this with Lee…

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