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Me, qua words.: October 2009
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Saturday, October 17, 2009. I like the way this swing swivels and pitches out after me when I hop off and head for home. Sometimes I feel that it's movements are begging me to come back- just one more go. I like the way I yield a longer pull when I pump with my legs crossed. I haven't quite figured out the physics guiding it, but the physical guiding me senses it, and I do it again and again. I like it that way. Sunday, October 4, 2009. The rain outside is mourning with me- crying. Here lies Dignity,.
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Me, qua words.: Mission Blog.
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Thursday, June 10, 2010. So Apparently this is the trendy thing for missionaries to do:. Instead of irksome email forwards, my ma will be posting all the emails I write home to this blog. Not THIS blog, this. It will also have any and all contact information you will need in order to talk to me. I suppose this is a good time to offer up my 18-month guarantee:. If you write me, I will write back. Promise. Other toys sold separately. This is me giving you permission to stalk your little hearts out.
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Me, qua words.: September 2009
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Friday, September 11, 2009. I have nothing to write. Yet I want to write it so very badly. Now. 160; I set aside this time before my eyelids sunk with the exhaustion of lengthening hours and meaty lists of tasks to check for my own leisurely unfurling. And yet. I draw a blank. Thoughts wink at me seductively, starry and inconsistent enough. I can't see them long enough to put them down on paper before the light goes out again. On again, off again. . I buy too much music. Sam Beam is a beautiful man.
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Me, qua words.: D r i p p p p p i n g .
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Tuesday, April 20, 2010. Today I am dripping for good—in behalf of good. Last time I dripped for injustice and misromancing and all sorts of hurts, but this is different. This is Spring at her finest, baptizing the earth with her sorrow. It’s not just rain, yet it’s very mildly hail—perfect for soaking the grass, the street, my hair. I play they listening ear and let her cry onto my shoulders, though I’ve never quite understood the need for shoulders in sadness. Man, I love exfoliating.]. It would hurt j...
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Me, qua words.: February 2010
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Monday, February 22, 2010. Dear Lord Saruman, Orcs are gross. I am sitting here, watching The Fellowship of the Ring. With my sister, who wanted to watch it because her young mind barely remembers it, who is currenlty not watching it because she is asleep. And then Cate Blanchett's character says this:. Even the smallest person can change the course of the future.". And I think that's cool. And that gets me excited for this:. Some fun facts about the Czech Republic:. It is in the exact middle of Europe.
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Me, qua words.: HERE I AM, IN ALL CAPS
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Tuesday, March 30, 2010. HERE I AM, IN ALL CAPS. Things I love, typographically shouted:. In her own cap'd. 1 HARMONICA. Love learning to play it, love listening to it. Love its portability and versatility. Love how cool and jazzy it is. Last weekend's best discovery. All books that are part of the public domain are available for download in audio format, completely free. And it's not stealing- really! 5 ROMANS 8: 35-39. 11 STUDYING. Really searching a thing out, gathering pieces of it up in my thoug...
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Me, qua words.: Can I possibly get enough of this song?
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Wednesday, June 2, 2010. Can I possibly get enough of this song? Not a chance. Ladies and gentlemen: Laura Marling. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Words to Shake the Earth. An adventure is only an inconvenience rightly considered. An inconvenience is only an adventure wrongly considered. Albums to Blow Your Mind. Can I possibly get enough of this song? I need to tell you about the ocean. I Think I'm Going to Marry Someone Your Age. Brianna's Writing From Russia.
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Me, qua words.: Impulsive Me.
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Monday, April 12, 2010. Good advice from anonymous rebel of Iași, Romania. Lately I’ve been thinking a lot about impulses. I’ve come to determine that the closer you are to God- to the best version of yourself- the more you can trust your impulses. And the more you must disregard second thoughts. A few weeks ago, I had an impulse. Looking back, I’m sure it was a divine thought, because it definitely wasn’t my own. And the moment passed me by. It to And did nothing. I am learning from this. Nearly home, I...
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Me, qua words.: Live large.
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Friday, June 18, 2010. Http:/ ashleyinczech.blogspot.com/2010/06/greatest-thing-in-world.html. Seriously, just read it. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Words to Shake the Earth. An adventure is only an inconvenience rightly considered. An inconvenience is only an adventure wrongly considered. Albums to Blow Your Mind. Can I possibly get enough of this song? I need to tell you about the ocean. I Think I'm Going to Marry Someone Your Age. Brianna's Writing From Russia.
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Me, qua words.: April 2010
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Tuesday, April 20, 2010. Today I am dripping for good—in behalf of good. Last time I dripped for injustice and misromancing and all sorts of hurts, but this is different. This is Spring at her finest, baptizing the earth with her sorrow. It’s not just rain, yet it’s very mildly hail—perfect for soaking the grass, the street, my hair. I play they listening ear and let her cry onto my shoulders, though I’ve never quite understood the need for shoulders in sadness. Man, I love exfoliating.]. It would hurt j...
