March 2012
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Listensounds-forthedeaf: Weightless - City and Colour ...
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Thankful that today I felt more social than I have lately.  It didn’t start that way, but to bring out a few laughs and to make new friends and listen to others all in the same night, in a span of a five-hour duty shift was very rewarding.  My residents are often the ones who re-motivate me time after time.  To me, well, that’s just remarkable… Because I didn’t foresee that...
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I want to go to Spain, and that’s that.
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Sometimes I need a quick escape from reality, so I’ll open my book of Hemingway’s short stories and read one over and over.
Mar 20th
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Mar 19th
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It’s kind of painful how much I’m missing you.  We shared a nearly perfect night, and then a tender morning until you had to go back to school.  I’m not sure when I’ll see you next, and I cannot weigh the immensity of what this one day will mean for days, weeks, or even months to come.  As I lie here, just where we were, I find myself trying to remember every detail before...
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Mar 13th
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Terribly rough day, though it started quite fantastic with beautiful weather.  I hope tomorrow goes better.  I pray that I’ll get to enjoy the sun!
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The Story Project: Fishing. →
thestoryproject-ipboltt: I waded into the lake until the water lapped at the top of my boots. I could touch the edge of the ice, softened by springtime. Before me it stretched, barren and desolate beneath a white sky. The boys launched rocks and branches to break it; but toward the centre it was impermeable. Their…
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