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Monasterio de San Lorenzo de El Escritorial 
Monasterio de San Lorenzo de El Escritorial 
Monasterio de San Lorenzo de El Escritorial 
The doors of Monasterio de San Lorenzo de El Escritorial 
Monasterio de San Lorenzo de El Escritorial 
Monasterio de San Lorenzo de El Escritorial 
Parque de El Retiro 
Parque de El Retiro 
ethereal heron 
Cima Tosa at Lake Molveno Italy 
One of the many waterfalls at Monasterio de Piedra, Spain
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Back when I was growing up, books were one of my biggest sources of entertainment. I loved to read. Not especially fiction books, but I wanted to read about historical events, peoples opinions, ideas, etc. I love the idea of reading. I own hundreds of books. I once worked at a niche bookstore. I am
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Do you spend more time thinking about the future or the past? Why? When you are young you often don’t spend near as much time thinking about the future as you should. Deadlines are a long ways off; pushed back into the recesses of our minds as we enjoy the here and now. The problem
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It’s been 4 months since I left to go to Spain. It’s hard to believe time flew that quickly. I’m reminded constantly of time by looking at my daughter; the changes are imperceptible daily but how much they accumulate over time til you realize you have a completely different person standing in front of you.
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It’s a new month. The possibilities are endless of what I could excitedly commit myself to accomplishing that I may or may not follow through with. Every month to me is like a New Year’s resolution list in which I choose lofty goals to achieve and then I promptly don’t when met with the slightest
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Your life without a computer: what does it look like? First I think I’ll clarify, life where computers suddenly vanished would be chaos and we’d probably all die pretty quickly so good thing I don’t feel like spiraling into that hypothetical scenario. Honestly, I have no idea what I would do. I consider my phone
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Ah the witching hour. Midnight again. The time when normal people are winding down from a productive day. As we have seen, I am not in that group. the moments before midnight for me, are spent frantically trying to turn in all the homework that I had a week or more to complete, realizing I
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On every corner, nestled in every building there are neat little shops selling all kinds of wares. I feel the need to walk into each of them and see what they might be selling, whether it’s the 15th farmacia I’ve visited for all the random things I realize I have forgotten, to little bodegas selling
Ghosts in The Attic 