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space (9/13) what a time to feel and be alive i see the somber clouds escape the dreaded sunshine but i must not be so exasperated distraught better days are ahead time (9/14) rain rain please stay i hear your pleas for change in rhythm cadence let me out
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purpose.
why is it hardest to write with a purpose? seems like all creatives deal with this issue. so much so we’ve named it writer’s block. i’ve been internalizing said block recently. i call it meeting my shadow. so many parts of this self, and one of them is a writer. but that writer is my…
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Common App. Essay (2017)
I started writing this piece on my journal in the summer of 2017. It’s likely I finished it in the fall, as senior year would’ve started by then. I still like it, surprisingly. I enjoy watching my progress, so I thought I’d share a bit of how I got here. And here’s a picture my…
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Eshu, Guardian of the Roads
I could hear them before I saw them. The distant echo of drums announced their arrival to every house and on the 11th of June, it was always mine. During this month, certain people in my village got together, traveling from home to home to celebrate the festival of Saint Anthony of Padua and the…
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Why are we all escaping?: Thoughts with Afro-Surrealism.
Idalina Pina AFR 301: Meditative Essay Dr. Bowles May 4, 2022 What is the present moment, but most importantly, why are we all escaping it? The future and the past are defined phenomena that constantly exist in the periphery of our conscious– how come we don’t give the present moment as much energy? Of course,…
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“The Night We Met,” by Lord Huron
I knocked on the door, music blasting on the other side. I wondered if they heard me. Not too long after this thought someone opened the door for me. It was a dark room filled with a couple of people covered in LED light from the disco ball in the middle. I smiled at this…
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