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Born Free.: October 2014
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When will you ever, Peace, wild wooddove, shy wings shut,. Your round me roaming end, and under be my boughs? When, when, Peace, will you, Peace? I'll not play hypocrite. To own my heart: I yield you do come sometimes; but. That piecemeal peace is poor peace. What pure peace allows. Alarms of wars, the daunting wars, the death of it? O surely, reaving Peace, my Lord should leave in lieu. And so he does leave Patience exquisite,. That plumes to Peace thereafter. And when Peace here does house. The Temple ...
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Born Free.: December 2013
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In the fall, birds would hop and flit and perch on the branches not five feet in front of my face. Bodies black, sprayed with white stars. The interaction of sun and wing. They gobbled the bright orange berries among the tree’s thinning, yellowing leaves. They flashed and glinted and without warning launched themselves effortlessly, wings spread, out of the field of vision framed by my window. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). The Taste of Light. An open letter to an atheist friend. I want to be a star. The Li...
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Born Free.: Peace.
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When will you ever, Peace, wild wooddove, shy wings shut,. Your round me roaming end, and under be my boughs? When, when, Peace, will you, Peace? I'll not play hypocrite. To own my heart: I yield you do come sometimes; but. That piecemeal peace is poor peace. What pure peace allows. Alarms of wars, the daunting wars, the death of it? O surely, reaving Peace, my Lord should leave in lieu. And so he does leave Patience exquisite,. That plumes to Peace thereafter. And when Peace here does house. Go Ahead an...
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Joe Price's Home Page. This list focuses primarily on students who worked with Dr. Joe Price while they were undergraduates at BYU. Jason Cook, Cornell. Corbin Miller, Cornell. Craig Palsson, Yale. Jeff Swigert, Cornell.
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Born Free.: April 2014
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It's all I know. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Its all I know. The Taste of Light. An open letter to an atheist friend. I want to be a star. 2015: a post-dated year in review post. I should be deserving to be to Mars. Rocking (the vote) Around The Christmas Tree. Sunflowers and Silver Threads. And everywhere life is full of heroism. All the Birds of This Day. Not a Crisis of Faith. This is the last post. Get out from under it. In a small town. My husband is better than yours. Back from the dead.
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Born Free.: March 2014
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Thou art indeed just, Lord, if I contend. With thee; but, sir, so what I plead is just. Why do sinners' ways prosper? Disappointment all I endeavour end? Wert thou my enemy, O thou my friend,. How wouldst thou worse, I wonder, than thou dost. Defeat, thwart me? Oh, the sots and thralls of lust. Do in spare hours more thrive than I that spend,. Sir, life upon thy cause. See, banks and breaks. Now leavèd how thick! Lacèd they are again. With fretty chervil, look, and fresh wind shakes. But Lent, like the P...
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Born Free.: May 2013
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For an angel went down at a certain season into the pool, and troubled the water: whosoever then first after the troubling of the water stepped in was made whole of whatsoever disease he had. I just barely got back from a big, explosive, rumbly space blockbuster. But there's more than one way to make a world. Just listen to these three guys in these nine minutes. Joy Spring by Oscar Peterson on Grooveshark. Have you heard Ray Brown treat every single quarter note like it's the loveliest woman on earth?
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Born Free.: Fog.
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Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). The Taste of Light. An open letter to an atheist friend. I want to be a star. 2015: a post-dated year in review post. I should be deserving to be to Mars. Rocking (the vote) Around The Christmas Tree. Sunflowers and Silver Threads. And everywhere life is full of heroism. All the Birds of This Day. Not a Crisis of Faith. This is the last post. Get out from under it. In a small town. My husband is better than yours. Back from the dead. Go big AND go home.
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Born Free.: Annus Mirabilis.
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Slept like a rock on the red-eye back from Salt Lake. Came home to a letter from a girl I might love. Went running in a clear 18 °. The Charles is frozen over and it's finally 2014 and I love everything. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). The Taste of Light. An open letter to an atheist friend. I want to be a star. 2015: a post-dated year in review post. I should be deserving to be to Mars. Rocking (the vote) Around The Christmas Tree. Sunflowers and Silver Threads. And everywhere life is full of heroism.
