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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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- Full-Tilt Sunday
- Houses Framed This Saturday
- Fridays Should Always Be For Winding Down
- Unremarkable Can Be A Good Thing.
- Exhausting Wednesday
- A Long Journey Ends
- Preparing for the Week
- Easter at the Winters
- The Decadence is Almost Embarrassing
- Rest
- Balancing Love and Work
- Visitors from the North
- And then another day,
- Comfort Food
- Palm Sunday
- Jaelyn's Birthday Party
- Same Old...
- Thursdays are Usually Better Than I Expect
- A Very Modest Day
- The Central Problem with EEGs
- Jaelyn's Birthday
- Thaw
- Not Going Anywhere
- Blizzard
- All Day the Branches Crackled as the Ice Let Go of...
- Birthday in Review
- On the Edge of Freezing
- First Day of Spring Break
- Sunshine & Laughter
- Juxtapositions
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