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In spring, with snow still on the Downeast Maine ground, I pay a visit to the easternmost city in the entire nation. To go any further would mean giving myself up to the ocean. So many memories revolve around this general area, as just a few dozen miles north is where my family spent many…
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Isn’t it strange how reruns of old shows and movies somehow become intertwined with the memories of our physical lives? It’s as if we were in the room where all these fictional events took place. Those repeated broadcasts of television shows and movies hold a unique place in our lives.Over time, these reruns shape and…
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I’ve long suffered with the fear of not being well-received as a writer. It’s the kind of dreaded existential terror that haunts a prolific writer’s nightmares. As I noticed my writing becoming denser and more convoluted, I worried I’d eventually reach a point where the only person who could decipher my prose would be me.…
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Today as I write this, my connection to the Information Superhighway has been severed for several hours. So, my full attention turned inward on myself, leading to massive overload. For months, I’ve busied myself reexamining various aspects of existence to the extremes. In between my intense studies, if I don’t find some external stimuli to…
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Have you ever had a thought, a little spark of an idea, that felt so bright and especially yours? Maybe you were writing, or painting, or just daydreaming, and it felt like you stumbled onto something precious, like a secret you wanted to hold close and tell no one about. I used to have moments…
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I once brandished the tarnished lance of unwavering belief against the ramparts of the indomitable. But now, I find my gauntlet heavy with the dust of disillusionment. The echoes of battles fought for phantoms, for whispers swallowed by the uncaring void, still reverberate within the hollow chambers of my memory, a chorus of sighs and…
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For me in third grade, the world was never more a place of endless fascination and wonder. It was then that along with a small group of classmates, I stumbled upon a curious creature that would capture our imaginations and bring us closer together for a time. That creature was the gypsy moth caterpillar. One…
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In a not-so-distant past that now seems as mythical as Atlantis, the American Dream shimmered on the horizon like a beautiful, elusive butterfly. It was a simple, yet profoundly powerful vision: a promise of boundless opportunities, where hard work was the only key needed to unlock doors to prosperity and happiness. This dream wasn’t reserved…
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Our modern world is saturated with entertainment options with an unprecedented array of content at our fingertips. Yet, this abundance often leads us to feel isolated, yearning for more meaningful engagement. While passive forms of entertainment continue to dominate our leisure time, a growing need exists for experiences that encourage genuine connection and shared purpose.…
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I’ve long seen myself as a hapless dreamer, stuck in a world full of seeming coincidences. Everyone is whining and wallowing in self-pity, making up all sorts of excuses instead of trying to better themselves. After all, it’s easy to get caught up in the rat race, running from one thing to the next, thinking…