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"JUST" THOUGHTS: The Long Commute
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As I sit here writing this my shoes are drip-drying on the vent and my damp socks are keeping my feet cold under my desk. My commute to work did not go as planned. Last night, Aaron. South had to come back down the track as there was no way to go. I looked at the news on KSL.com to see that a person had been hit by the train. I felt bad for my frustrations and hoped he was OK. We made a couple of stops and then I thought we were approaching 21. We eventually arrived at 21. 28 January, 2013 14:00. Poulson...
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The Life and Tides of Me: July 2006
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The Life and Tides of Me. An account of my life touring the nation with the Broadway tour of the Lion King, my adventures as a photographer, and just generally being who I am. Friday, July 28, 2006. Tick tock. - July 28, 2006. The final countdown is on. I'm only on board for a little over 24 more hours. And I haven't even began to pack! I can't believe it's over. I need to soak in these last moments and enjoy them to the fullest. Reflection will come later. Posted by Selena @ 9:49 PM. And after spending ...
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The Vent - a duct to fresh air and ideas: May 2005
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The Vent - a duct to fresh air and ideas. May 26, 2005. In actuality, I have not found it. I am still looking for it and I imagine that I will not find it for a while. It is the process, you see. This is a thing that can not be found and kept. It is a item that must be continually seeked. Uttered by a mistaken mind @ 5:01 PM. At 6:48 PM, May 27, 2005. Thought.Thought.Thought.Thought.Thought. Thought.Thought.Thought.Thought.Thought. Thought.Thought.Thought.Thought.Thought. Just a few thoughts for you.
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The Vent - a duct to fresh air and ideas: June 2005
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The Vent - a duct to fresh air and ideas. June 25, 2005. So just a little while ago, I was walking along the streets here by Liahona and I saw someone I knew from school. I had the evening all to myself so I talked for a bit. Let me just tell you, dating in Tonga is a different animal. I was not too worried at first because when I had come that way earlier there really weren't many dogs. However, not a hundred meters up the street sat half a dozen rowdy dogs. Uttered by a mistaken mind @ 3:30 PM. Faka ol...
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The Vent - a duct to fresh air and ideas: My worst confidant
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The Vent - a duct to fresh air and ideas. February 21, 2010. Crossed eyed, starring straight at me,. That muse of loss daring to see:. My fight, my pain, some way to be. Never wanting my ill intent,. Yet satisfying me with discontent. I still strive, my will so bent. Thus I cry, "My foe is unfair! For we make such pair,. I am tempted unaware.". Sneaks still to my side. Unwilling, I permit to abide. Hoping for a pleasant familiar chide. Proceeding forth, without defense;. Blameless no more my innocence,.
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The Vent - a duct to fresh air and ideas: May 28: ALL your might
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The Vent - a duct to fresh air and ideas. May 28, 2008. May 28: ALL your might. I love you all. Keep praying for me; it is not over yet. Uttered by a mistaken mind @ 4:32 PM. May 14: Joy in change. May 7: Its not over yet. Apr 30: Faith grows deep. Apr 23: A web of stories. Apr 16: Cannot stop. Apr 10: Just laugh. April 2: Blessings bloom. Mar 26: Beauty in busy. Mar 19: The field is white. The Duct - an often enclosed passage or channel for conveying a substance especially a thought or idea.
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The Vent - a duct to fresh air and ideas: Torn
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The Vent - a duct to fresh air and ideas. December 08, 2009. Truly taunting the timid throne,. Glee gauntly grabbing gone grandeur. Being brave beneath bigger bronze,. Smiles speak such sorrowful secrets. Asking another as ambition abates,. Lacking lets loose, leaving loneliness. Down, decrepit, deftly droning doom,. Eyes elevated envious, even eager,. Through tough teeming thought tides. Unbroken under unusually ugly ultimatums,. Hanging helplessly has hallowed hands. Wanting worse was what won.
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The Vent - a duct to fresh air and ideas: We walk with willies
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The Vent - a duct to fresh air and ideas. December 12, 2009. We walk with willies. Walking, heaving panting, breathing. Never to see a soft traveled trail. Laughing, crying, living, dying. Men of old typify this tale. Sleeping, giggling, eating, crawling,. Full of dreams and hands so small. Stepping, speaking, hiding, peeking. Games and jest fade when tall. Thinking, dating, traveling, waiting. Innocent discontent, a merry day. Flirting, learning, daring, yearning. Callow excuses lost and away.
