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| hallway. |
a sliver of sunlight on the floor of the porch. painting over what i thought was working. nearing 7.
8/2/12
8/1/12
7/31/12
tuesday.
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| sky. |
a horse was tied to a tall tree just outside the revolving doors. a woman in a purple tank top rubbed his neck. a small crowd of people formed near them. i watched for a minute before unlocking my bike.
7/30/12
7/29/12
7/28/12
saturday.
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| floor. |
i had an easier time on the machine today. i was also reminded about how much i love volleyball. on my walk to the grocery store after the game i thought about high school and seeing my parents in the stands.
7/27/12
7/26/12
7/25/12
7/24/12
7/23/12
monday.
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| texture. |
in between the teeny breaks i can see the color blue. someone's chirping. and grilling.
7/22/12
7/21/12
saturday.
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| zig-zag. |
we were throwing clothes from the back of a truck. i couldn't remember the combination to my locker. high heels on an incline.
7/20/12
7/19/12
7/18/12
7/17/12
7/16/12
7/15/12
7/14/12
7/12/12
7/11/12
wednesday.
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| flipping. |
what'dya guys wanna see? a small performance in the courtyard. paint and gymnastics.
7/10/12
7/8/12
7/7/12
saturday.
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| clouds over the lake. |
he tapped his fingers on the table as they administered the test booklets. i recognized a few people in the room. i dipped my thumb in invisible ink and pressed it on the answer sheet above my signature.
7/6/12
7/5/12
7/4/12
7/3/12
tuesday.
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| reflection. |
we walked to state and went underground. heading north, i watched the students. what would it be like if this were new to me? i wondered what they were thinking.
7/2/12
7/1/12
6/30/12
6/29/12
6/28/12
thursday.
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| looking. |
we walked in through the revolving doors. i handed them a small list of questions. we talked as a group about what they were drawn to.
6/27/12
wednesday.
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| footprint. |
walking shares with making and working that crucial element of
engagement of the body and the mind with the world, of knowing the world
through the body and the body through the world.
-rebecca solnit.
6/26/12
6/25/12
6/24/12
6/23/12
saturday.
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| see you later. |
the kids were three years older now. we cut paper and passed the pieces around in a circle. we tried not to laugh. the girl with the pony-tail stared out the window. i walked from the front of the room to the back. i knew what i was doing.
6/22/12
6/21/12
6/19/12
6/18/12
6/17/12
6/16/12
6/15/12
friday.
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| smoke. |
i waited in line for a stall of my own. long curtains separated each section. i knew i shouldn't be here. i was pricked and fell asleep. curled up on the toilet in the house i grew up in, i woke up. my right hand held a boy in the shape of a small bird. his beak looked like two fingernails glued together. his matted feathers were hot pink.
6/14/12
6/13/12
wednesday.
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| perfect lovers. |
i was always in the gym. people would look at me crazy because i spent so
much time there. but that's what it was about. i'm glad i did it.
-kevin durant.
6/12/12
tuesday.
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| fish tank. |
i had a bird's eye view of the entire island. i could see a middle aged fat guy sitting near the center of it and someone on a loud speaker introduced him as the man in charge. i spotted a walrus as a speck in the water. as it approached our boat its whiskers grew as long as tree branches. i knew it wouldn't harm us but could sense what was to follow. i darted up a tall thin pole.
6/11/12
monday.
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| here. |
even the - the stars up here in the - in the sky look like a mess. there
is no harmony in the universe. we have to get acquainted to this idea
that there is no real harmony as we have conceived it. but when I say
this, i say this all full of admiration for the jungle. it is not that i
hate it, i love it. i love it very much. but i love it against my
better judgment.
-werner herzog (burden of dreams).
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