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Texas in a Day | Calves from the Stall
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Calves from the Stall. Portraits of a Robot Scorned →. June 15, 2009 · 2:05 pm. Texas in a Day. Emily and Kristen picking sunflowers on the side of the road. Too bad they died in the hot car while we were on the river. 15 Getting an early start. If you don’t know what I mean, talk to Leah and Cat. Taking a rest after swinging at Blue Hole. 12 BROCK’s self deprecating humor. 10 Oatmeal Cream Pies. 9 Rope Swings @ Blue Hole. Girls at Blue Hole. They looked nothing like the locals. Our resident animal lover...
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Ok, so I’m not dead. | Calves from the Stall
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Calves from the Stall. Football Season is Upon Us. The Faith Required →. October 26, 2009 · 9:00 am. Ok, so I’m not dead. I haven’t blogged in quite a while. It isn’t that I don’t like this blog anymore, it’s just that life as of late hasn’t been full of things to write about. Not that I’ve just been sitting on my butt doing nothing, rather the opposite has been true, I’ve been going and haven’t really stopped to write much of anything. 1001 Rules for My Unborn Son. Texas Outdoor Movie Blogs. October 26,...
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unconscious | treading softly
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I was difficult to reach but you picked me -a fine frenzy. The unconscious is a crazy, beautiful and fascinating thing. Thank God for my unconscious and professors willing to engage with my process even when I am unable to. By Jenny on November 10, 2011. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email. A heart like mine.
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fire | treading softly
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I was difficult to reach but you picked me -a fine frenzy. Some days, I’m afraid of the fire ignited in me. Today was one of those days. By Jenny on February 3, 2012. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out. A heart like mine.
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Snowpocalypse | treading softly
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I was difficult to reach but you picked me -a fine frenzy. I always said it doesn’t snow in Seattle. Clearly the snow and ice gods are pissed. Never would I have thought simple inches of snow would keep me shut up in my apartment for 3, possibly 4, days. But I love it! Until Thu, 2pm PST. Snow Snow is accumulating rapidly. Rain / Snow Showers Late. Get FREE weather on your desktop. Past 24-hr Snow: 7.4 in (est.). Past 24-hr Precip: 0.69 in (est.). No significant snow accumulations. From N at 7mph. Fill i...
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February | 2012 | treading softly
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I was difficult to reach but you picked me -a fine frenzy. Archive for February, 2012. Bull; February 3, 2012 • Leave a Comment. A heart like mine. To Speak. To Love. To Be. Create a free website or blog at WordPress.com. Blog at WordPress.com.
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October | 2011 | treading softly
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I was difficult to reach but you picked me -a fine frenzy. Archive for October, 2011. Bull; October 8, 2011 • 1 Comment. A heart like mine. To Speak. To Love. To Be. Create a free website or blog at WordPress.com. Create a free website or blog at WordPress.com.
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bye c | treading softly
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I was difficult to reach but you picked me -a fine frenzy. We’re going to be okay. We’re going to. We’re going to. And we’re going to. And we’re going to. But, we’re going to be. Today is a sad day as I. My time with my wonderful therapist. Today I honored our time together: I wept, I laughed, I offered vulnerability, I accepted her goodness, I wept some more, I painted, I napped. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. By Jenny on November 17, 2011. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here.
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Subbing for Eden | Before God and with God we live without God | Page 2
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Before God and with God we live without God. Never have I had such an intimate knowledge of how cheap words can be. Thus, a pact: my words will be significant, if for no other reason than their rarity. I will count the cost of every syllable uttered. I am intimate with the words of others. I am consumed by them, making love to their uses and missuses. I am tickled by a turn of phrase. I laugh and weep and cry and hate the countless thousands I turn passed and into. Comments : Leave a Comment. 8221; Amand...
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. | Subbing for Eden
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Before God and with God we live without God. Tonight the wind bears upon its back the memories of this moment. And though my feet have touched more foreign shores than thousands of my ancestors and my heart opened to more pain and love than I ever foresaw, the ken is the same. Everything could change in an instant—mundane or magic—meek or malevolent—meager or momentous. Still, the windchimes breathe for me. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Address never made public). From death to life.