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amy smitherines: What the heck do I begin with?
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Tuesday, March 2, 2010. What the heck do I begin with? Blogging is a scary thing. Especially knowing that I have a repertoire. 160;of thoughts, lyrics and memories large enough to fill this cyberspace that I've catapulted myself into. Hey, you gotta start somewhere, right? I didn't write anything down today. Does that make what I saw less real? Or does that make what I saw even more real because they were frozen in only those very moments in which life was lived out. . Don't be. . March 3, 2010 at 7:34 PM.
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amy smitherines: April 2010
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Wednesday, April 21, 2010. This one's for Bernard. This is a blog I wrote for a travel organization while studying abroad in Florence, Italy. It's about Interlaken, a small town in southern Switzerland. It was nostalgic for me to read again! 8221; night-sledding is the activity for you (us). At about 90 francs (that’s roughly 65 euros), you get a full night of sledding, as well as an included fondue dinner. Hello Swiss food! One of my personal finds was a store called “Woodpecker.” My fri...Walking aroun...
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amy smitherines: This one's for Bernard
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Wednesday, April 21, 2010. This one's for Bernard. This is a blog I wrote for a travel organization while studying abroad in Florence, Italy. It's about Interlaken, a small town in southern Switzerland. It was nostalgic for me to read again! 8221; night-sledding is the activity for you (us). At about 90 francs (that’s roughly 65 euros), you get a full night of sledding, as well as an included fondue dinner. Hello Swiss food! One of my personal finds was a store called “Woodpecker.” My fri...Walking aroun...
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amy smitherines: March 2010
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Wednesday, March 3, 2010. The box is tattered and no longer smells of greasy discs of low-grade sausage, but it is bursting full with white envelopes, fattened with newspaper clippings from my hometown and hand-written letters from my grandparents back in Maryland. It wasn’t a quick decision to do this. My grandparents have a strong aversion to learning new things. Over time, they have slowly given in to our dogged harping about the wonders of the digital age. We enjoy “decking th...So, the day after rec...