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duration when im running, duration when im trying to get through something that is giving me struggles…..duration when life is getting me down, i am always looking at the duration of everything i am doing, in that way, it is no longer duration, but simply doing, and doing it wellPosted By grace On 03.14.2012 @ 11:59 pm
Once upon a time there was a lovely princess named Genny. She wasn’t lovely in the idea that most people might think. Her beauty was not renowned, and she was a little plump. But she was lovely in heart and spirit, caring for all of those around her…
Oops. Gotta go.Posted By Grace On 03.10.2012 @ 11:09 am
dancing, like flying through the room. Hand in hand spinning and swinging to the music, sweet memories of double timing to “somewhere over the rainbow” and dancing with sweet old men and a guy just a little to old for me but still sweet on me. good class and great dancing.Posted By Grace On 03.07.2012 @ 12:42 am
They both swung on the swing, trying to out-do eachother. When one got higher than the other, the other would then work to catch up. Soon, they fell into a pattern of synchronicity, up and down, down and up. They grabbed eachothers hand, once they reached the height of their swings, jumped, and together they tumbled back to the earth.Posted By Grace On 03.06.2012 @ 6:22 pm
They swung, both kicking their legs, trying to out-do eachother. If one took the lead, the other would soon catch up. Eventually, the two ended up, swinging in perfect time together, up and down. Down and up. At the very top the swing, they let go, grabbed eachothers hand, and tumbled down to earth. TogetherPosted By Grace On 03.06.2012 @ 6:17 pm
the woman missed painting. galleries like this reminded her of the wonderful works of art she used to create. she longed to feel the canvas under her brush, to lose herself in her work, and finally, finally be free. she missed knowing everything would be ok when she was connected to the art. it cleansed her soul.Posted By Grace On 02.21.2012 @ 10:39 pm
Clue. Reminds me of the board game I used to play as a kid with my best friend and her little brother and sister. Those were the best times, when we were all so innocent and new, taking snack breaks between different board games: chess, Risk, Sorry. Clue. I miss those days.Posted By Grace On 02.15.2012 @ 5:28 am
The centerpiece was perfect, my mother thought.
Thanksgiving day, and I know she was trying. She tries real hard. Its just not in the way most would expect, or think is “right.” But nevermind the lack of thanksgiving food or a spotless house.
No, forget that. Because the centerpiece was perfect. Her obsessive-compulsive mind made sure of it.Posted By Grace On 12.04.2011 @ 2:40 pm
In the book Rules, there’s a nice girl name Katherine who has lots of rules for her little brother who is autistic so he will not embarrass her. She is very nice and makes new friends in the book despite her brother’s autism and it is one of my favorite books.Posted By grace On 11.21.2011 @ 11:08 am
Once, long long ago, there was a princess named Princess Christina. She had three hearts, which many thought was weird, but she didn’t care. She was known for her beauty and love of music and writing. Every day, she’d sing outside and put all three of her hearts into it.Posted By Grace On 11.17.2011 @ 8:44 am