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detritus and practice

Posted on September 7, 2012 by mirandate

In order to make myself continue to write, today I am not going to open, fuss over, and subsequently discard any of the 15 drafts I have open for this site. Really. 15. Ish. More if I count text files. … Continue reading →

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“they say time may give you more than your poor bones could ever take”

Posted on August 22, 2012 by mirandate

At this point in my life, I have lived in exactly two places where merely walking around made every cell in my body feel alive and joyous, where I really felt like being alive mattered, and where I could feel, … Continue reading →

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