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Oh My Christmas Tree

When I was a little girl, Christmas tree day was very exciting. Dad would bring home a live tree, bought from a service station or a fruit shop and there were six of us kids waiting. 467 more words



In its short and completeness. Sometimes all we have is the joy in others eyes. The simplicity of childhood joy not having an age limit. A mum going down a slide. 117 more words

qotd: accident

I had been chipping at the world idly, and had by accident uncovered vast and labyrinthine further worlds within it.

—Annie Dillard, An American Childhood

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My Devil, Exhaustion.

What struck me today is the impact of exhaustion. It doesn’t just sit around making you yawn more than normal, it seeps into the air, seeps into your mind and blurs so much clarity, which you have worked hard for. 352 more words

Nonfiction Classic: A "Young Writer's Book" on the Natural World

Book review: Pilgrim at Tinker Creek, by Annie Dillard (Amazon / Book Depository)

I used to have a cat, an old fighting tom, who would jump through the open window by my bed in the middle of the night and land on my chest … And some mornings I’d wake in daylight to find my body covered with paw prints in blood; I looked as though I’d been painted with roses.

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A Daily Encounter with Anxiety

Lately I’ve been in a battle with fear. Fear seems like it should be associated with something trecherous and frightening. Something significant. I am the opposite. 438 more words

Achievement Indifference

Tonight I walked into a dance exam. I have been working toward this exam for two months. It was one of the hardest exams you could do in my sport. 425 more words