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Sundays

Sundays are for relaxing. Except when they're not, and they're actually for working.Sundays are for peeling your sunburn.Sundays are for studying.Sundays are for running down the street with a can of corn in one hand and a Thomas Kinkade calendar in the other.Sundays mean waiting.Sunday is for burying an idea so deep inside your heart,… Continue reading Sundays

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Bravery

My hands hurt at night.I work day in, day out, with glasses. I type at computers and text on my phone. I move from screen to screen to screen. At the end of the day, my hands just hurt. Maybe¬†it's part of getting older. Maybe it's part of real life and I just never noticed.I… Continue reading Bravery