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📁 RETURN TO JUST ANOTHER DAY Hope A few days ago, I got together with a close friend with whom I often end up commiserating about the world’s injustices. We ate sticky cinnamon buns in the hot Texas heat as our…
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📁 RETURN TO JUST ANOTHER DAY I was a first-year student at university in Baltimore. It was the end of the academic year and finals were about to start. We had a reading day or two where we could review and…
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📁 RETURN TO JUST ANOTHER DAY Dear Kathy, It’s just another day on Cleveland Avenue in Ithaca, New York. It’s Sunday, June 4. I wrote you a little while ago saying that nothing had changed on the block since you…
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📁 RETURN TO JUST ANOTHER DAY Morning Early June in West London can be the best of times. Blue skies, a fresh breeze, the neighbourhood trees sporting thick shocks of leaves. That rattling sound is another magpie, strutting over the flat…
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📁 RETURN TO JUST ANOTHER DAY it is 1989. i am twelve, at home watching the dutch news. surprisingly, with my mum. she rarely watches the dutch news, but on this day in which nothing happened, thirty-four years ago, she watched…
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📁 RETURN TO JUST ANOTHER DAY I’m a college student now, and June 4th falls during the summer vacation. It feels like just another day because I’ll continue to do what I planned this summer; it’s also more than just another…
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📁 RETURN TO JUST ANOTHER DAY I have not finished the first draft of the new book I said I would have done by this week. Close, but not quite. Still need some words; still need to fiddle. There’s a magazine…
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📁 RETURN TO JUST ANOTHER DAY You live in a northern capital Time passes You leave You live in a fragrant harbour Time passes You leave But Like a tree that has sucked in water sucked in air to build stories…
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📁 RETURN TO JUST ANOTHER DAY Notes on Forgetting Never take anything for granted: the inner flame despite the wind; unquiet hearts in the plaza; the breathable air in the streets. On this any other day, this city feels so old…
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📁 RETURN TO JUST ANOTHER DAY 阿飛正傳: 1989 – 2023 In April 1989, I was living in Providence, Rhode Island and working as a speechwriter. I was 23 and everything seemed possible: books to read, poems and stories to write, lips…
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