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Thoughts on beginning a writing class

It’s called Writing II: Rhetorical Composing, this online course I’m taking. And it’s day One. I don’t know what could possibly … Continue reading Thoughts on beginning a writing class

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On Waking Up with an Existential Headache

rough, dream-littered nights exploring relentless days ambiguity Continue reading On Waking Up with an Existential Headache