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Time | Sunday Morning Thoughts
Words escape me. What is there to say when each day is the same, each moment feels like a mediocre lifetime? Another sunrise, another cup of coffee, another look out the window to see if the ducks have returned for the day.
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The Ducks in the River | Sunday Morning Thoughts
Three ducks have made themselves quite comfortable in the small river behind my apartment. Every morning for the past few weeks I have seen them sitting on the rocks that are not totally submerged. Often I only see two staying dry above the surface of the water; the third is always floating nearby or is just surfacing from below.
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The Open Road | Sunday Morning Thoughts
Hello to the brand new, fresh aired feel of this first day of March.
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This Sunday Morning | Sunday Morning Thoughts
The sun has set, I’m considering whether or not to cook dinner or just snack until bedtime, and most importantly, I’m feeling refreshed after what has been one of the lowest, most mediocre, and unproductive weeks of my life.
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The First Day of Spring
Spring has begun its transition into summer, and here in Maine, in the blink of an eye, summer will be transitioning into fall. Time is a subject that is easy to grow tired of, but I’ve become much more in tune and obsessed with it in the past few months. During the weekend before the first day of spring this year, for instance, time seemed to both stand still and fly by me in reality and in memory. Moments in time documented by photographs and notes resurfaced and were revisited, which both eased and heightened sadness, joy, pain, and all-encompassing nostalgia.
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A Most Heinous Act | Sunday Morning Thoughts
For too short a time – a little less than one full semester – I worked at the most beautiful library in Maine. Actually, it’s the largest research library in the state, and is always a place I return to when I visit my alma mater. I worked in the reference section; some may know it as the room with all the computers on the first floor. At the start of every shift, I got to see what people had been researching in the hours between my last and current shifts, and then return the materials to their corresponding shelves, tables, or find someone to correctly put back a map.
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