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When Lynn found her great grandfather's diary, many of the entries read:
Dug Coal. Rained.
I suppose if my world demanded such work in such conditions, I too, may have grown terse.
Dug Coal. Rained.
I suppose if my world demanded such work in such conditions, I too, may have grown terse.
On the other hand, the artificial imposition of Two Sentences A Day seemed like exactly what's needed to satisfy my yearning to archive the daily flow of life.
To bookmark particular sensations and experience.
To leave a scar that I can return to be assured that I really was alive back then:
My life really did happen.
So for the last year I wrote two sentences a day.
These days I'm re-reading to see whether the archival urge and the reflexive urge together can do anything to heal my soul or shed insight across a tiny sliver of the world...
Some Representative Days
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February
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- A Good Day?
- Stage Four Cancer
- Long Day's Night...
- Mondays Have A Rhythm
- Feast Day
- Recovering....
- Exhale
- Scariest Day So Far...
- The Most Interesting Things Happened After Dark
- A Day Almost Completely Filled by Two Events
- End the Day Laughing
- Low Key Day
- Housecleaning
- Gentle Friday
- A Day At Home for Recovery
- Whew!
- Pre-Surgery Cram
- Waiting
- Church all Day
- A Briskly Paced Restful Saturday
- A List
- A Shift in Perception
- Ash Wednesday
- Fat Tuesday & A Sinus Infection
- The End of Epiphany!
- Try Try Again
- Two Directions
- A Very Full Day
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