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Maria in English
Maria in English | May 28
“Knob” says a white slip of paper in blue pen above the handle on the door. When she asked me last night what it was we use to open the door I had to think a moment once or twice, because it just comes natural to me. All over our room there are papers in the same form with English terms on them - sink, shelf, desk, drawer ( Read more... ) -
Roses I Don't Deserve
He gave me a red rose that I placed in a Volvic bottle on my desk. All we wanted was something to eat, but it was 9:30 and everyone we asked told us that most the kitchens would all have been shut up for the night. “There’s Chinese take out across the way there,” said a man more a boy with just a small trace ( Read more... ) -
An Out of Money Experience
Money Matters | Loan Letter
Dear Sallie Mae International,
I apologise for the uncouth nature of this email, but I am about to have a midlife crisis a little early. You see, I am nearly through with my first year of college and I thought it would be nice to get away from the sunshine and travel a bit in England while studying.. What I mean is that I ( Read more... ) -
Remember Everything
I Am | John Clare
I am: yet what I am none cares or knows,
My friends forsake me like a memory lost;
I am the self-consumer of my woes,
They rise and vanish in oblivious host,
Like shades in love and death's oblivion lost;
And yet I am, and live - like vapors tossed
Into the nothingness of scorn and noise,
Into the living sea of waking dreams,
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Becoming a Story
Dear Somebody,
Always I am writing letters, but I rarely send them. Mostly because I write letters to people I don’t even know. For example when I was eight, I ripped out a page from my mother’s daybook and scrawled in red pencil:
Dear Postman,
Happy Valentines Day!
I watch you drive to my house every day and I always wave but you never see me. I ( Read more... )
