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Sarah, In Bloom.: Seeking Volunteers for Master's Thesis Project
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Sarah, In Bloom. Wednesday, August 12, 2015. Seeking Volunteers for Master's Thesis Project. Consent to Participate in Research. You are invited to participate in a research study entitled “Millennial Christians and Marijuana Use.” The study is being conducted by Sarah Faeth Sanders as a Master’s Thesis project under the supervision of Dr. Sheryl Kujawa-Holbrook ( skujawaholbrook@cst.edu. Of Claremont School of Theology. Purpose of the Study. If you have questions about your rights or are dissatisfied at...
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Sarah, In Bloom.: Cimmerian Shade
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Sarah, In Bloom. Thursday, December 22, 2011. I’ve been in this Cimmerian shade too long. My heart of stone cries out for daylight’s heat. I pick the pieces up and carry on. It’s hard to say how long I have been gone. My muscles ache as I take to my feet. I’ve been in this Cimmerian shade too long. My joints are stiff where once they had been strong. They’re painful but they are not obsolete. I pick the pieces up and carry on. Before the dusk was gone I had withdrawn. Unable with this darkness to compete.
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Sarah, In Bloom.: March 2011
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Sarah, In Bloom. Thursday, March 31, 2011. A Copy of my Support Letter for Nepal, 2011- We Still Need Help! Dear Friends and Family,. I hope this letter finds you well! And now I am writing you about a new adventure the Lord dropped into my lap this semester. Furthermore, I have the opportunity to foster a very specific relationship that Kevin and I both made in Darjeeling last year. SuLee, our host in Darjeeling, lives in Kathmandu full time. SuLee was such an important part of our trip last yea...Pleas...
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Sarah, In Bloom.: Benevolent
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Sarah, In Bloom. Monday, April 23, 2012. I move my body unnaturally at the edges of your being,. Writhing in response to your movements. I watch, hawklike, for a sign of approval. Like a dog that hasn’t learned to find food on its own,. I wait outside your house until the meager nourishment comes,. I have got to be alone with myself,. I have got to escape your unfocused eyes! I didn’t want to make you like this,. But it was done long ago. You were a god before I was born—. A lover unrequited,.
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Sarah, In Bloom.: January 2012
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Sarah, In Bloom. Thursday, January 26, 2012. Leave the light on. 8220;Mama, what happens when we die? Do we disappear into darkness,. Like my hand does when the sun drops behind the mountains? Do we evaporate like mist, gently lighting on the ground where we fell? Or do we stop existing? 8220;Mama, close the door, but not. All the way. Leave a light that I can run to when the darkness tries to take me. Turn on a little TV, so I know you’re still out there. Will I be able to see when I die? View my comple...
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Sarah, In Bloom.: May 2012
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Sarah, In Bloom. Monday, May 21, 2012. This is an excerpt from an essay I wrote this semester called "Maila Pani." This thread is about my trip to Nepal last summer. The sprawling city of Kathmandu looks different from the ground, in the jagged, zigzag streets and alleyways, sharp turns and corners illuminated by clouds of dust cast into the air by rickshaws and old women selling corn. 8220;Hello, Shara.” He lifts my water from its place on the sidewalk and pretends to sneak away with it, misch...8220;Lo...
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Sarah, In Bloom.: leave the light on
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Sarah, In Bloom. Thursday, January 26, 2012. Leave the light on. 8220;Mama, what happens when we die? Do we disappear into darkness,. Like my hand does when the sun drops behind the mountains? Do we evaporate like mist, gently lighting on the ground where we fell? Or do we stop existing? 8220;Mama, close the door, but not. All the way. Leave a light that I can run to when the darkness tries to take me. Turn on a little TV, so I know you’re still out there. Will I be able to see when I die? Subscribe to: ...
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Sarah, In Bloom.: Thamel Boys
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Sarah, In Bloom. Monday, May 21, 2012. This is an excerpt from an essay I wrote this semester called "Maila Pani." This thread is about my trip to Nepal last summer. The sprawling city of Kathmandu looks different from the ground, in the jagged, zigzag streets and alleyways, sharp turns and corners illuminated by clouds of dust cast into the air by rickshaws and old women selling corn. 8220;Hello, Shara.” He lifts my water from its place on the sidewalk and pretends to sneak away with it, misch...8220;Lo...
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Sarah, In Bloom.: Wilderness
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Sarah, In Bloom. Monday, November 7, 2011. My feet have kept on walking though my body has gone dead. My limbs fall limp beside me, I cannot hold up my head. The sun beats down upon me, the mirage it makes is clear. It’s burning in my eyes and it is ringing in my ears. This path that I have tread, I can’t recall what it is named. I don’t know how I got here, I’ve forgotten why I came. My ankles long since broken, a disfigured silhouette. I walk toward the horizon and I stain the soil red. View my complet...
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Sarah, In Bloom.: I Am Aware of the Darkness I Sit In.
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Sarah, In Bloom. Friday, October 21, 2011. I Am Aware of the Darkness I Sit In. I am standing,. With a bright shining sun and a brilliant gleaming moon,. And your eyes, which make me uncomfortable with their kindness and warmth. I don’t believe you. My hands are drawn to you, grasping for your touch,. But my eyes want to turn away, shut tight for fear of seeing you cringe. I feel your warmth radiate. I hear your voice, full of friendship and love. But I am illegitimate. I am aware of the threat,. Picture...
