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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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Think back on your most memorable road trip. I can’t pick just one memorable road trip. Ever since I was little, we would pack up our suitcases and drive the two day drive to Florida or the Carolinas. Sure we flew sometimes, but my mom tended to get sick on planes, so we usually chose
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It’s new years as shocking as it might be, yet another year has passed us by and boy do they seem to fly faster and faster. I like to say that I usually don’t fall for the typical New Year’s resolutions bandwagon, only to give up after a few weeks. But this year is a
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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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I accept that I am hopelessly ADHD. I struggle with executive function in every sense of the word. I can’t plan anything, except planning to buy planners that I fill out one week of and set on the shelf to never be opened again. I can’t manage time for the life of me. I make
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I am a white American female. I don’t have a pedigree, I don’t have a lineage that anyone has curated and passed down to me. I have a couple depression era recipes and some heirloom pieces from the 1800’s. I feel like this is probably typical of many white Americans. Unsure of our past, vague
Ghosts in The Attic 