November 2011
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Nov 1st
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Nov 1st
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October 2011
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“It was, he thought, the difference between being dragged into the arena to face...”
– J.K. Rowling (HBP)
Oct 31st
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Oct 31st
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Oct 31st
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Oct 30th
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Oct 30th
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Neighbor: Somewhere along the line, she stopped finding me delightful.
Phil: Well, that's coconuts! You're super delightful!
Oct 30th
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Oct 30th
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Oct 30th
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“If we think only of ourselves, forget about other people, then our minds occupy...”
– The Dalai Lama
Oct 30th
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Oct 30th
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“It’s all like a dream. Everything is ecstasy, inside. We just don’t know it...”
– Jack Kerouac
Oct 30th
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Oct 30th
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Oct 29th
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Oct 29th
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Oct 29th
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Oct 29th
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Oct 29th
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“The sadness will last forever.”
– Vincent van Gogh
Oct 29th
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Oct 29th
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Oct 29th
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Oct 29th
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Oct 29th
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Oct 28th
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Oct 28th
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Oct 28th
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Oct 28th
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“My best guess is that he will indeed stand time’s test; and wind up on a shelf...”
– Stephen King
Oct 28th
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Oct 27th
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“Sometimes I muse about how wonderful it would be if I could string all my dreams...”
– Fernando Pessoa
Oct 27th
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Oct 27th
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Oct 27th
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Oct 27th
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Oct 27th
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Oct 27th
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“I wish I could leave you certain of the images in my mind, because they are so...”
– Marilynne Robinson
Oct 27th
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Oct 27th
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Oct 27th
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Oct 27th
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Oct 27th
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Oct 27th
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Oct 27th
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We fell in love with Autumn yesterday, her frost nibbled fingers in woolen mittens and her painted treetops along winding roads. She woke you up in tangled bed sheets and whispered hello over our breakfast of apple cinnamon oatmeal. Isn’t she lovely? And she bled warm hues over our city skylines, our Chicago dripped with what she left behind. Fall, we fell in love. Tie scarves around my...
Oct 27th
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Oct 27th
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“Once a little boy sent me a charming card with a little drawing on it. I loved...”
– Maurice Sendak
Oct 27th
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