Tag: Love
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In which we breathe
What do you say to things like this, this thing in Newtown, CT? There’s a lot you want to say, but the words just don’t seem strong enough. You take slow, shallow breaths. while you process the event, the numbers. Your heart breaks. Twenty-eight dead, twenty children. Just for the human connection it breaks. And
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Homework-Isolation is hard
I’ve locked myself in homework-isolation to work on my last projects for the last two communication classes I will ever take as an undergraduate. (Mostly isolation, anyway, and with debatable success, as you can see.) I’m freaking out a little both with happiness and what-if’s-of-doom and working fairly frantically, trying desperately not to get ahead
Linda Scribbles 