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depth over distance, every time my dear | sketchbookthought
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My attempt at blending the arts I cherish. Depth over distance, every time my dear. When the sun began to fade tonight, and a white car with a headlight out pulled away from my drive, my heart was tearing with gratitude. Two years ago, my best friends from college came home with me for the first time. it was my birthday. i took them to some of my favorite places around town for food, drink, literature, and adventure, and we had a marvelous time. Time slows till you can taste each moment. Thank you Abba f...
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TALENTED KIDS | sketchbookthought
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My attempt at blending the arts I cherish. Kathryn– http:/ fabricandshoestring.blogspot.com/. Kathleen– http:/ copernicium.tumblr.com/. Ellen– http:/ snipsh0ts.tumblr.com/. Margaret– http:/ hellocheri.wordpress.com/. Abby– http:/ blog.abbyott.com/. Julie– http:/ juliahembreephotography.wordpress.com/. One comment on “ TALENTED KIDS. April 14, 2012. Love these….so much…. 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).
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a breather | sketchbookthought
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My attempt at blending the arts I cherish. A couple evenings ago a friend and i put charcoal to paper. the sooty black found its way on the carpet, our pants, our faces, and covered our hands. it was such a sweet release of all the week’s worries. i am thankful for her and for the silence we can comfortably share. 8220;Snowy Egret”. A late summer night and the snowy egret. Has come again to the shallows in front of my house. As he has for 40 years. Don’t think he is a casual part of my life,. Somewhere b...
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Pines | sketchbookthought
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My attempt at blending the arts I cherish. I don’t often, or ever, tell people from this blog what they should be listening to. but this is an exception. well, you don’t. To listen to this album, but if you fancy a smooth voice on an autumn-flavored record, then I’m recommending it. C’est un petit bonheur. One comment on “ Pines. October 18, 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). Follow Blog via Email.
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[. . .] | sketchbookthought
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My attempt at blending the arts I cherish. At One Point, Near The Edge. I sat my body down on a bench,. And said, “It is all so much,” as. Those pangs of joy, anger, and. Beauty mixed together somewhere. And my stomach. I simply. Wanted to wrap every inch of. In those breezes, those inaccessible. Languages, those tender caresses, and. Those rolling hills thick with. Vineyards. If I spoke the word. Overwhelming, it could. Never blanket every reaction that was. Though I might have appeared, on. Bath Time S...
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Where you stand is where you belong, that place you’ve been looking for all along | sketchbookthought
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My attempt at blending the arts I cherish. Where you stand is where you belong, that place you’ve been looking for all along. Silence Is What Gets Us. The Past hangs around too long, whispering of. Birthdays, lonely minutes in an office chair,. Wooing us right back into. Rooms and moments that we had. Thought we’d buried deep. He takes us by the shoulders and shakes. Regret into our bones, until we. Are left angry in empty. Houses. But you and I,. We grip each other’s. Hands and nod. For we know. Notify ...
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stopping to exhale. | sketchbookthought
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My attempt at blending the arts I cherish. I was supposed to be. Whatever it was I said. I would be doing–. At the edge of the field–. Through my own soul,. Opening its dark doors–. I was leaning out;. 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. Notify me of new comments via email.
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it’s you, it’s you, it’s all for you | sketchbookthought
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My attempt at blending the arts I cherish. It’s you, it’s you, it’s all for you. Eyes blinking slowly, my mind sinks back into my surroundings. I find myself stretched along the edge of my bed in the middle of the day, just breathing. It’s quiet, and my whole body is full of aching; ache in my bones, ache in my muscles, ache in my head, ache in my trembling heart. Where am I to be found? Hearts on jean-knees/ brothers sing loudly/ bosses that care/ strong-armed hugs/ women named Lauren/ the upstairs of a...
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the little Coldplay fan | sketchbookthought
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My attempt at blending the arts I cherish. The little Coldplay fan. A few months ago, he turned nine, and we were able to spend the first half of the day together. On our way home, he requested that I turn on Coldplay for our drive. “Oh, can you play the live versions? They’re my favorites,” he shared from the backseat. I lowered my eyes so that he couldn’t see the tears forming. When had he turned into a little man? I love him, my little Coldplay fan. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here.
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