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Huitième
How to Not Be a Perfectionist People are vivid and small and don’t live very long— Molly Brodak I say this with incredulity: happy 8th birthday to La Pêche Fraîche. A small celebration in my small,...
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The Great Pumpkin
“Each year, the Great Pumpkin rises out of the pumpkin patch that he thinks is the most sincere. He’s gotta pick this one. He’s got to. I don’t see how a pumpkin patch can be more sincere than this...
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Neuvième
“Perhaps I have loved the artist because creation is the nearest we come to divinity.” — Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Volume I (1931-1934) Happy ninth birthday to La Pêche Fraîche. Nine years!...
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Kira-Kira
I watched a swatch of the sky turn red. The red spread like blood in the sea: red, red, red, and then less and less red, until there was only blue left. I squinted as the sun rose. ― Cynthia Kadohata,...
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Not A Sprint
Like wine through clay, joy in his blood bursting his heart—the bliss! Robert Browning, Pheidippides It is my 26th birthday, today. More pressing is that my exam, culmination of the last 3 months of...
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Boo
Boo, I think I no longer believe in monsters as faces in the floor or feral infants or vampires or whatever. —David Foster Wallace, Infinite Jest Phew, what a whirlwind Halloweekend this has been. I...
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Fireside Holidays
It is one of those nights when you can feel the life in your house to be as warm as it looks from outside. —Patricia Lockwood, Priestdaddy It has been an uncharacteristically chaotic lead up to the...
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Dixième
Learn to see, learn to hear, learn to feel, learn to smell, and know that by practice alone can you become expert. Dr. William Osler ten years come and gone / I soon run short of fingers / a decade,...
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Three to The Third
Either a snail’s moist web of moonlight, or someone’s hot breath at four a.m. when the night has been too much, has eaten you whole. This is my life. It has been sifted through the bones of my body,...
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To Myself
“… Sometimes I have kept my feelings to myself, because I could find no language to describe them in …” Jane Austen The explosion of spring never fails to amaze me. Within a day in Ithaca, it will go...
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