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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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What’s a topic or issue about which you’ve changed your mind? I am not the same person I was growing up. Coming from an upper middle class, conservative, white, Christian, home, I was raised to believe certain things. Some things stuck, many did not. I have grown to understand that the Jesus I was raised…
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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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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…
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What brands do you associate with? I used to think brands were really important. I grew up in a private school where your clothes were scrutinized just as much as the amount of money you had. I was never a popular kid, but I thought just maybe if I bought the brands they thought were…
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I can’t say I have ever been a happy person. I think by the age of 12 I was just generally severely unhappy and isolated. I didn’t fit in well with other kids. I was awkward and went off on weird tangents about weird topics no one cared about. I was insufferably lonely; something that…
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At some point in the bus ride to Granada, I passed the bounds of reality and entered into a new plane of existence. I’m not sure which mountain or what alien landscape finally pushed me to this realization, but by the time the we were about 20 minutes out, I felt the call of this…
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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…
Ghosts in The Attic 