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wordsbridgesdraw: the first thing i see when i open my eyes

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Saturday, February 7, 2009. The first thing i see when i open my eyes. My plant, undeterred by being dead, is bent and brittle . Reaching with its broken guitar string branches. To rest a caring touch on the typewriter,. Who suffers from dust and rusted keys, and has. Been lately needing frequent reassurance . That everything will be ok. Saturday, February 07, 2009. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Will be icing piped from the scissored-off tip of a small plastic bag. A [Bashu]ful Brand of Humor.

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wordsbridgesdraw: Bronze bright

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Sunday, March 1, 2009. The sky breathes lightly in the labor of snow;. An added silence from concentration on the task-. Lit with the circling energy of an unknowable . Number of flakes, now falling under the street lamp . Outside my window. Now the spitting gold . Sunday, March 01, 2009. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Will be icing piped from the scissored-off tip of a small plastic bag. A [Bashu]ful Brand of Humor. Come and see what i see. DC Goodwill Fashion Blog. How Did This Happen?

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wordsbridgesdraw: March 2009

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Sunday, March 1, 2009. The sky breathes lightly in the labor of snow;. An added silence from concentration on the task-. Lit with the circling energy of an unknowable . Number of flakes, now falling under the street lamp . Outside my window. Now the spitting gold . Sunday, March 01, 2009. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Will be icing piped from the scissored-off tip of a small plastic bag. A [Bashu]ful Brand of Humor. Come and see what i see. DC Goodwill Fashion Blog. How Did This Happen? I have an idea.

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Meditations on an Eyeball: August 2009

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Meditations on an Eyeball. Sunday, August 30, 2009. The Absence of God—Love in Inaction. Now Jesus loved Martha and her sister and Lazarus. So, when he heard that Lazarus. Was ill, he stayed two days longer in the place where he was. It's hard to imagine Jesus not leaving immediately when he hears of this illness. But he chose to wait. Earlier, when Jesus was in Cana an official asks that he travel to Capernaum (located 20 miles away) to heal his son. Jesus sends him home, saying,. Perhaps the delay and ...

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Midnight’s stars, woods | Hopeful Farmers

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Midnight’s stars, woods. July 28, 2008. It’s been really hard to spend time outside this summer – I miss the Mary-land fields and forests. I’ve had a desire for a long time now to go with my closest friends and family into the countryside, to some rolling field marked out by lines of woods, and to stargaze. To lie on blankets watching the stars, learning the constellations (Latin:. What is a dream of yours? From → Countryside. Larr; The only thing better than passing notes…. Because I promised →.

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Because I promised | Hopeful Farmers

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August 28, 2008. Ohh, we are such terrible bloggers! But I promise to reform. So, it’s August of 2008 and I’m about to start my last year of grad school. Everybody shout huzzah! So now it’s 9 am, I am finally coherent, and I am trying to recollect all that he said to me. Wouldn’t that be something if I worked to imitate Christ while studying for my comp exam? How can I do that best? What if that’s even more important than passing them? From → Uncategorized. Larr; Midnight’s stars, woods. Leave one →.

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I love quizzes | Strawberry Seasons

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A berry nice little blog. I love quizzes January 11, 2008. 8212; strawberryseasons @ 1:00 pm. I know, I know, really lame to post quiz results for my second-ever post. However, I did think this was a particularly fun and enlightening quiz, so hurry up and take it already and let’s compare results. I’m pleased (though not surprised) that I match up with Augustine and not Jonathan Edwards. Where do you fall theologically? And check back for a public service announcement later this morning! Sounds right to ...

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wordsbridgesdraw: 3,650 days

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Wednesday, June 24, 2009. Almost every day i write a new post for this blog in my head. I talk about sad things, mostly. the sentences are short. and i try to make them poetic. The very act of writing-but-not-writing-it-down perfectly illustrates my current state of crisis:. I am stuck between being and doing. I turned twenty-four recently, which means it's been a full ten years of dealing with untreated depression and anxiety. A decade of silent, fearful things. I'm waiting to say it. still waiting.

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wordsbridgesdraw: January 2009

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Saturday, January 31, 2009. Inserting oneself into history. The Inauguration was cold. . Saturday, January 31, 2009. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Will be icing piped from the scissored-off tip of a small plastic bag. A [Bashu]ful Brand of Humor. Come and see what i see. DC Goodwill Fashion Blog. How Did This Happen? I have an idea. Maybe together we can get somewhere. Mrs Micah: Finance for a Freelance Life. National Gallery of Art. Read, Write, Now. Sarah in the Bronx. The Girl Effect - Home.

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wordsbridgesdraw: November 2008

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Monday, November 24, 2008. Self as red wine sponge. Woke up too early this morning and the whole thing resulted in me heaving over my porcelain sink, my white and square shaped sink. And the smell of my soap which i usually like and strategically placed at each corner - made it a little worse. Poison! My legs and neck took a momentary fever, and I groaned loudly against my will. humiliating. but no one else heard, so it's fine. because why be up at five unless you're fighting evil with good? I can still ...