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hope/fear | already out of my hands
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Already out of my hands. October 22, 2008. A message exchange regarding my Facebook status change to “Rachel is HOPE NOT FEAR HOPE NOT FEAR HOPE NOT FEAR. 8220;your status is the same as the phrase of my mantra over the last year or so….i really do have to repeat it to myself out loud sometimes. one time, in a particularly freaky freak-out, i wrote ‘unafraid’ on the inside of my wrist with a permanent marker…. Posted by R grace. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. You are commenting usin...
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How can I put into words | already out of my hands
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Already out of my hands. How can I put into words. August 19, 2008. That you’ll understand? I’ve been trying to explain the last few days of this class, people ask me about it, and like, “Oh yeah, how. And it’s like they’re asking about a semester abroad, like asking about one’s semester in Senegal, in Russia. Or Spain or Beijing, and they ask, and the next moment. The moment when I start to speak, their eyes frost over, float overhead. What are the three or four words that will keep your eyes on mine,.
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Reasons to believe | already out of my hands
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Already out of my hands. December 5, 2008. So amazed to know that his memory of how the group dynamic turned out is so rosy. It really did turn out pretty great at the end–the kids got past their differences and learned to work in spite of them. But woooooooo…we had our moments. Then T. sent me a message:. He’s referencing a line from “All She Wrote” by Harryette Mullen–“Wash your wet hair? 8221;, a poem we read over the summer). 8221; He said that he misses poetry and hasn’t been getting enough. Address...
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From a conversation between me and Pedro, my 9-year-old neighbor’s friend. | already out of my hands
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Already out of my hands. From a conversation between me and Pedro, my 9-year-old neighbor’s friend. July 30, 2008. Greystone porch, Logan Square, around 6 pm R is sitting on the right-hand ledge of the front porch, and Pedro is fooling around on the other ledge. He’s wearing plaid pajama pants and canvas slip-ons.). P: I can climb all the way up to the porch from down here. (Climbing iron fence). P: Why do you keep saying that? P: (Hauling himself over the side of the porch) Frankie would! Diary of a Temp.
