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Use this space for notes and reminders to yourself.
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A great place to keep your fantastic ideas, like, "Hey! I need to write more sentences about crickets and English gentlemen with unruly beards."
Remember when you were a kid and running meant really running, running mindlessly and without fear of falling and hurting yourself, running gracelessly, legs and arms flailing, getting sweaty and having your hair stick in your face, but then occasionally you did fall over and graze your knee and because it was so fun and there weren’t any grown-ups around to make crying worthwhile, continuing to run even as you crawled back up on to your feet, and you just kept on running until you fell down on the grass exhausted and laughing so hard that it hurt.
What if before ever reaching that last breath something simply snapped, and the line from here to there no longer mattered and we just floated off, all the old familiar struggle, the heaps of memory, the cuts and the blood, the blurred vision and confusion and silence just slipping through our fingertips until it was no more?
Henry always judged the success of any city by the quality of its free toilet program.
All the application letter stated was “free cake”, but it had his attention.
Flying has its delights, but sometimes one if the greatest is knowing you can finally land.
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