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Kate McReynolds
A book nerd. I don't feel the need to explain any further.
A book nerd. I don't feel the need to explain any further.
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9/15/15
There are temples in the sky tonight. Monasteries hanging there. Synagogues of all different colors. Churches clothed with brilliance. The colors hang like drapery around the colored halls. They hang, suspended from nothing at all, and yet powerful in their...

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9/14/15
- Hi - Hi - Have you decided where this train is going? - Not particularly, no. Why? - Oh, just thought that might be a crucial piece of information since we are traveling somewhere. - Ok then, choose. - What? - Choose. - Choose what? - A location. - Are yo...

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9/13/15
The music started. And Jackie watched from the sides of the gymas the first slow dance came on. The DJ said his customary intro and all shimmied back or were pulled forward. The dance was beautiful, all the students had worked immensely hard to put it toget...

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9/12/15
Ok time for a rant. It's really late here, and I just got home so this is gonna be a bit horrendous but lets just go with it shall we? Ok, so I don't think that enough people appreciate how cool humans are. WE can do so much cool stuff. We build skyscrapers...

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9/11/15
There is a silence. It goes down the hall wand through the street. We all hear it and all take part. It is a national descention of frustration and loss. Clinging to us like smoke, we stand as they did. We watch as they did. And we remember, as they cannot....

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9/10/15 (From an Older Notebook)
"What do you want?" Julia's eyes flicked to her mistress. An unwelcoming air stirred. "I only wish to...to ask for something." said Julia. What a fool she had been! Coming in here, when all them ladies are here. "What?" Coldy and demurely, the women respond...

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9/9/15
Anxiety is the friend who busts through your door at 2 am. She's staggering and mumbling. Her movements are eratic and clipped. And she won't talk in full sentences. You are standing there, in your pjs, wondering what the hell she is doing here and why she ...
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