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accelerate through the turn: soil
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Wednesday, July 29, 2009. Whether people are conscious of it or not, they actually derive countenance and sustenance from the 'atmosphere' of the things they live in or with. They are rooted in them just as a plant is in the soil in which it is planted. 8211;Frank Lloyd Wright. Catalog arrived today, and of course I've found about 15 things that I'd love to have. Most of them would fit quite nicely in my yet-to-be solidified dream home. I really like the above quote from Frank, it's on page 22. Speak thi...
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a book elegantly bound: October 2009
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Sunday, October 11, 2009. Unending apologies could never suffice. Nigh, they would ring untrue still. My love remains for You, of course. But like death with ribbons. Or pain with sprinkles. Beautiful garments for luster lost. At first I swayed carefully. Wary. Of stampeding Your invisible heart. With my vile idolaters heels. Yet slowly I turned my wayward step. Feet scorched on the embers of cautiousness. I chose wrong instead, tripping into his arms. He—who haunts my sickly-sweated dreams.
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a book elegantly bound: December 2012
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Monday, December 17, 2012. I Am Adam Lanza's Teacher. I posted these comments on facebook yesterday as a response to Liza Long's blog post "Thinking the Unthinkable". As well as an anonymous post titled " I Am Adam Lanza's Psychiatrist: A Response From the Mental Health Trenches". But I wanted to post it here too with my own experiences included. I bring a very specific perspective to this argument over mental health, specifically in children, due to my role as a public school teacher. Links to this post.
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a book elegantly bound: March 2009
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Tuesday, March 31, 2009. Oh god, I am in such a terrible mood. I am not sure where this sudden repulsion for life materialized from. I got plenty of sleep last night. I had a very full and exciting weekend. I even ate breakfast this morning, Fruity Pebbles. Now this particular girl. During a ceremonious April walk. With her latest suitor. Found herself, of a sudden, intolerably struck. By the birds' irregular babel. And the leaves' litter. By this tumult afflicted, she. His gait stray uneven. Crashing on...
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accelerate through the turn: upcoming attractions
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Wednesday, July 22, 2009. Pearson calls her Xiao. Shaow. Chao. I'm not convinced she likes it though. She doesn't wear her glasses as often as we'd like her to. Once, Elyssa was talking with her in the kitchen. Left, then came back shortly. Xiaoying then thought she was me. All us caucasian girls with brown hair all look the same at some point, I suppose. Anyway, I am thinking of Xiaoying because she is supposed to get back today. Or soonish at least. I don't remember. I am a bad roommate. NOLS currently...
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a book elegantly bound: July 2010
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Thursday, July 8, 2010. I really need to start writing again. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). If your life is burning well,. Poetry is just the ash". View my complete profile. I really need to start writing again. I fancied you'd return the way you said,. But I grow old and I forget your name. I should have loved a thunderbird instead;. At least when spring comes they roar back again. I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. I think I made you up inside my head.).
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a book elegantly bound: June 2012
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Tuesday, June 26, 2012. Ask her how she got here and she will smile and laugh and look down in her glass. Two things she's good at: drinking and keeping secrets. In the melting ice cubes she sees the past. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). If your life is burning well,. Poetry is just the ash". View my complete profile. I fancied you'd return the way you said,. But I grow old and I forget your name. I should have loved a thunderbird instead;. At least when spring comes they roar back again.
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a book elegantly bound: fragmentary
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Tuesday, August 28, 2012. Original Post Date: March 18, 2009. First Update Post Date: May 17, 2011. Second Update Post Date: August 28, 2012. 8221; I ask. He knows the one, and pushes it into the deck, turning the volume knob all the way up at the same time the engine rumbles to life. She sits alone by a lamppost, trying to find a thought that's escaped her mind. She says Dad's the one I love the most. Dear Father, I need you, Your strength my heart to mend. I want to fly higher, Every new day again.
