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Journals

Most of my journals were destroyed. They were never perfect enough to keep.

Every day now carries a different weight, new set of worries, and another chance to intentionally look for the good.

by Abby Zwart | Apr 12, 2020 | 2 comments

The next morning she was clutching the screen door with her dainty insect toes.

RULES:
Player must stand thirty-six feet from shed (forty-four if playing European rules)

But then you get these three songs smack-dab in the middle and these… these are maybe the worst songs in U2’s discography.

I wonder if humanity has loved anything as long as it has loved the moon.

Using this definition, cities, industrial parks, and suburban developments are just as “wild” as Russian Arctic National Park.

I didn’t tell her we are planning on leaving too,
and I won’t get to say goodbye.

I related best to my siblings when we were shoulder to shoulder, yelling or cheering about pixels on a screen.

When we come together, we have the power to create what Parker calls “temporary alternative worlds.”