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>packing boxes is not my idea of fun
>i’m sure it appeals to someone. somewhere. why that person is not my soulmate and here supervising this godforsaken move preparation is beyond me. i am writing to distract myself from the fact that i have packed nothing since returning home from church tonight AND from the other fact that i really just want to…
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>large print edition
>today i found the font i will use to make my change of address cards. and yes, i will send them via the u.s. postal service. for old time’s sake. perhaps you just felt the earth move under your feet. i packed a box. with towels and bed linens. not all of either but enough…
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>holding hands
>does anyone else but me truly believe that holding hands is one of the single most intimate acts that two people can engage in together? i truly do. i think it speaks volumes. louder than sex, louder than kissing on the mouth. why? i don’t know. perhaps it has something to do with the innocence…
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> Taco-Thon 2005, San Felipe, Guanajuato. Did you know there are NO calories or fat in tacos consumed at 11:30 pm while in Mexico?
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>Tradition Vs. Betrayal
>(click on the title above to see a great photo gallery of the May 2005 mission trip!) my words have been locked up inside of me for over two months now, and i have decided to let them come out and play. since i last wrote, i have resigned one job, secured a new one,…
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> A true moment. A nice summary of many many years of friendship and late-night talks at the Waffle Houses of Music City.
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> Here’s a glimpse of the strange duck-age that we encountered at Nick and Rudy’s for a wine tasting. weeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
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>Waffle Houses and Wine Tastings
>that is the best way i can sum up my spring break trip to nashville. in fact, i could actually use it to sum up my entire former career and life in nashville. last saturday, i set out in the VW to drive halfway ’round the world to tennessee (mainly the part between memphis and…
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>spring break 2005 1,348 miles into the journey. somewhere on I-40 west. arkansas, i think.
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>mile one thousand three hundred forty eight
>am home from the journey. but am too tired and disorganized to really write at the moment. so i am uploading a photo instead. more later.
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