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Aslan is on the move.

You know the game where you ask questions like this: "If you could go anywhere right now where would it be?"

Well, my answer, without a doubt would be here:

to that yard, with those girls...

to the cozy gnu's room...

laughing and laying in the grass...

to the oh-so-hard-to-find rope swing...

to enjoy the sunshine at town creek park...

to sit on a porch on East Glenn enjoying the lull in between red lights when it is silent...

to eat at Big Blue Bagel...

to sing in that beautiful chapel on the corner of Magnolia and Gay...

Auburn is quite possibly one of the greatest places that will ever exist.

I got a tiny taste of what (I hope) summer will be like here the other day and it reminded me of a beautiful Auburn day.

I have found that in the middle of the day, the sun shines perfectly through Erin's window in her room. The sunlight has literally brought me joy (we are a little Vitamin D deficient these days).

Knowing that we have passed the Winter Solstice (thank goodness for December 22, 2009!), I'm convinced the spring and summer are just around the corner.

I hope you are finding little glimpses of spring and summer as your winter fades away.

Aslan is on the move.

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  1. Holli, you just might make me cry :)

    And I told Adam day before yesterday that Gnu's Room is one of the places in Auburn we haven't been yet...in our five years being here. :) When I go, I'll look for something good for you :)
    <3 u ~wendy

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  2. Dang it Holli! Now I want to go back to Auburn too.

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  3. Just left there today and it is one of my favorite places on earth also.

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  4. aslan is on the move.
    love the reference.
    auburn misses you.

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