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...: september
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Doctrine I, MWF 14:00. His voice rumbles, or maybe. 8212;but not like that. When his words dip down. Into that golden decibel,. That cavernous, cozy, loud, warm hum,. I feel the polished cover of. The textbook in my lap. Vibrate beneath my fingertips,. Shivering like a struck bell. Are never too many pencils. My blue blue backpack is. My red red heart is. Sounds like a crush to me-even though its not like that. September 16, 2010 at 10:23 PM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile.
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...: rain sails us in a leafy boat down the street
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Rain sails us in a leafy boat down the street. The innocence mission's new album is called "my room in the trees" and i think you should buy it as soon as you can, or even sooner. (it comes out july 13th, but if you pre-order. It, it should find its way to your doorstep in a real jiffy, like mine did.). Words aren't working. well, you and i would be better off listening to the words karen peris sings, anyhow. Love the cover art reminds me of the Eric Carle books. June 16, 2010 at 7:49 AM.
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...: doing things
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Some foggy saturdays i think,. I am going to do a lot of things today,. And my last thoughts before i fall asleep. Will be pure admiration of my own productivity.". I sewed a button onto my coat. Taped up a photo on my desk. Rewound some tousled twine. Blew my nose 86 times. Listened to this song. Ate a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Lined up my shoes in a row under the bed. And decided that i would fall asleep. Admiring something other than my own productivity,. Like foggy saturdays in general. Decem...
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...: right now
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Thanks to the compact dimensions of my room,. I was able to reach my camera without moving. I bet i bet somebody in the world had. I dont think you could ever possibly understand what an unspeakably beautiful person you are. Nope, not ever. Unfortunate for you. wonderful for me, cause it sure is a most wonderful thing to just marvel at and witness first hand all that my annabelle is. August 7, 2010 at 11:51 PM. More more more. annie. wooooooo. i love this, i love this. August 8, 2010 at 10:35 AM.
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...: july
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July- that's a pretty word to look at and write and say. Maybe that prettiness comes from the shapes of the letters- from the low, gentle curve of j, from the smooth inverted arch of u, from the slim confidence of l, from the harsh angle in y softened by that elegant tail. july: a cat lounging on a windowsill. Or maybe it comes from the sound of the word when spoken. it reminds me of eating a perfect grape- not the grape-eating sound, just the feeling- and not the physical feeling, just the feeling.
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...: first impression, june 1908, dust jacket preferred but not required
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First impression, june 1908, dust jacket preferred but not required. What a perfect day that will be! And you better never ever sell! Best treasure of all time thatd be! I love you, and your little secret thrift wishes. Xoxoxo. August 14, 2010 at 4:25 PM. I found a really old copy in the free box at my library. Not the same feeling. But similar. August 14, 2010 at 8:48 PM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Lead me to the rock that is higher than i. (psalm 61:2). View my complete profile.
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...: one two three
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See, first i saw a big black dog romping through the parking lot at mr. t's. no place for a dog in a busy area like that. The car kept moving- i didn't even need to flick my eyes to see a woman near mr. t's window. she stood about two feet away from the building, but she was leaning forward from her hips so that her face was very close to the glass. her back was to me. i saw four white corners framing her ponytailed head: a flyer. my brain said, "maybe that's a 'help wanted' sign? So those flyers DO work!
