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Chasing Sunsets: Kick-Starting the Euro Blog
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Tuesday, September 8, 2009. Kick-Starting the Euro Blog. First off, if you are reading this, I probably haven't or won't see you for a few months and I already miss you. Just so you know. So today, I've been getting things ready. I've got my laptop back, and I've been updating everything, like iTunes, getting a Skype account (my name is nburywood by the way! Song of the Day: "If I Am" Nine Days. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Wunderlich the wonder word wizard. Zac Horack attack behind the back.
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Chasing Sunsets: The Final Countdown *cue awesome music*
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Friday, September 11, 2009. The Final Countdown *cue awesome music*. Having said that, I feel like just winging it. It'd be so much easier, right? Even when I'm letting go of all that I know, God will never let go of me. . I have to trust that God is faithful and doesn't lose sight of me and my heart's desires. And this is what I'm hoping for. September 11, 2009 at 2:31 PM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Wunderlich the wonder word wizard. Zac Horack attack behind the back. Leaving on a Jet Plane.
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Chasing Sunsets: September 2008
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Monday, September 29, 2008. I promise, one of these days I will be strong. Do not let your hearts be troubled. Trust in God; trust also in me. - John 14:1. I wish sometimes I could just go back to October of my freshman year and just believe in you like I used to. When I felt you so deep inside me that I was infectious with joy. Do you remember that? Two nights ago I feel like I confronted myself with the scariest question that I could ever have, one I can not answer and one that leaves me longing. If it...
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Chasing Sunsets: September 2009
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Monday, September 14, 2009. Landing in London, my first reactions. Oh good Lord, it is one crowded city! Ok, granted, should have expected this from one of the world's biggest cities, but boy, I was a little surprised. I love my midget hotel room. Its so different for me that I'm just getting used to it, I go from the peaceful, spacious Colorado to the hustle and bustle of London. It's like being on two different planets. . Sunday, September 13, 2009. Leaving on a Jet Plane. Friday, September 11, 2009.
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Chasing Sunsets: Landing in London, my first reactions.
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Monday, September 14, 2009. Landing in London, my first reactions. Oh good Lord, it is one crowded city! Ok, granted, should have expected this from one of the world's biggest cities, but boy, I was a little surprised. I love my midget hotel room. Its so different for me that I'm just getting used to it, I go from the peaceful, spacious Colorado to the hustle and bustle of London. It's like being on two different planets. . Haha, going to a McDonalds in London. But a fancy one, I guess!
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Chasing Sunsets: “Beyond the Neon Lights”
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Sunday, January 3, 2010. 8220;Beyond the Neon Lights”. Here's a poem that I wrote about London and the impressions it had on me. It seems dark, but it really isn't. its more just my realistic interpretation with a touch of creative imagination added in. The grains of history stain these. This city’s grit grinds between grimy fingertips,. Crust falling in the wrinkles of skin. This is (soak it in). Silent squalls of the employed move like. Brush-strokes swept across a canvas. Whispering, shouting,. Wunder...
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Chasing Sunsets: November 2008
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Sunday, November 9, 2008. An old woman sits alone,. Swinging on her front porch swing,. Watching highway cars pass, tiny specks of shimmering color. Her eyes are sepia. Radiance fading like tea-stained paper. Her eyes stare into the prairie’s grassy depths. No squinting or blinking, the sun burns her pupils. Her face etched with the Plains, she chews the grit between her teeth. Sandpaper wrinkles give texture to sagging skin. Her hair is soft, white like the feathers she plucked for her pillow.
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Chasing Sunsets: August 2008
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Tuesday, August 12, 2008. I will post sections of the piece from time to time. Some of it will be cliche and some of it will be unedited, because mainly I have never written anything on this scale before, so it's bound to have mistakes. It's called "Chasing Sunsets" and the first part is the Introduction that I would like to call "Sixteen and Gray". Enjoy. INTRODUCTION- -"Sixteen and Gray". Sunday, August 3, 2008. Rocky Mountain National Park.If only people were allowed to live there.
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Chasing Sunsets: Leaving on a Jet Plane
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Sunday, September 13, 2009. Leaving on a Jet Plane. So, I am leaving to go to the airport in about an hour. I am so unbelievably excited! Packing was a lot more stressful than I thought, especially with my mom, who insists that I take everything. But, we got it all in, and 2 checked bags, plus my backpack later, we've made it (although I could pull a muscle with the heaviness of my bags). I am actually doing this. I am living in London for 3 months. Awesome! So I just read that you are going to Europe!
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Chasing Sunsets: Rest
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Sunday, November 9, 2008. An old woman sits alone,. Swinging on her front porch swing,. Watching highway cars pass, tiny specks of shimmering color. Her eyes are sepia. Radiance fading like tea-stained paper. Her eyes stare into the prairie’s grassy depths. No squinting or blinking, the sun burns her pupils. Her face etched with the Plains, she chews the grit between her teeth. Sandpaper wrinkles give texture to sagging skin. Her hair is soft, white like the feathers she plucked for her pillow.
