<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868352621186073641</id><updated>2011-11-03T20:55:52.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>details of a day</title><subtitle type='html'>so much 
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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--EVJuEw-3j4/TWNN88kvZVI/AAAAAAAABck/6f-8dG33D_k/s1600/0218010720.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--EVJuEw-3j4/TWNN88kvZVI/AAAAAAAABck/6f-8dG33D_k/s400/0218010720.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, how beautiful it is to wake up to this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2868352621186073641-922651393227249852?l=detailsofaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://detailsofaday.blogspot.com/feeds/922651393227249852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://detailsofaday.blogspot.com/2011/02/she-asked-are-you-cursed-he-said-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868352621186073641/posts/default/922651393227249852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868352621186073641/posts/default/922651393227249852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://detailsofaday.blogspot.com/2011/02/she-asked-are-you-cursed-he-said-i.html' title='+she asked are you cursed, he said i think that i&apos;m cured'/><author><name>a girl named heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09098588135213200587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i_iPM5PAImM/TrNiPD5Dp3I/AAAAAAAAB0c/1NxXZjZDTzw/s220/heather.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--EVJuEw-3j4/TWNN88kvZVI/AAAAAAAABck/6f-8dG33D_k/s72-c/0218010720.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868352621186073641.post-5916593400064151585</id><published>2010-11-20T17:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T17:32:03.777-08:00</updated><title type='text'>+watson library at sunset</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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I love the little things and this past year has been fun to look back on. But, I'm done. I have exhausted them I believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So from time to time I may drop in to spice it up a bit. But for now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't let our mind get weary and confused your will be still don't try.&lt;br /&gt;Don't let your heart get heavy, child, inside you there's a strength that lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let your soul get lonely, child, it's only time, it will go by.&lt;br /&gt;Don't look for love in faces, places, it's in you where you'll find kindness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be here now, be here now. Be, be here now, be here now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't lose your faith in me, and I will try not to lose faith in you.&lt;br /&gt;Don't put your trust in walls, cause walls will only crush you when they fall."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ray Lamontagne&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2868352621186073641-3416029292878016459?l=detailsofaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://detailsofaday.blogspot.com/feeds/3416029292878016459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://detailsofaday.blogspot.com/2010/08/so-as-i-close-in-one-one-year-of-doing.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868352621186073641/posts/default/3416029292878016459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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a much needed rain, honesty and confidence, the best sleep in days, understanding the flow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2868352621186073641-1345050273103869649?l=detailsofaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://detailsofaday.blogspot.com/feeds/1345050273103869649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://detailsofaday.blogspot.com/2010/08/this-is-that-new-song.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868352621186073641/posts/default/1345050273103869649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868352621186073641/posts/default/1345050273103869649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://detailsofaday.blogspot.com/2010/08/this-is-that-new-song.html' title='+this is that new song'/><author><name>a girl named heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09098588135213200587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i_iPM5PAImM/TrNiPD5Dp3I/AAAAAAAAB0c/1NxXZjZDTzw/s220/heather.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868352621186073641.post-1966407552665617823</id><published>2010-08-12T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T23:03:31.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>+babe we both had hard times dry spells and bad lands</title><content type='html'>The calm before the storm, greetings and meetings, basketball noises to fall asleep to, group pictures, mattering, beautiful views from every place on campus, middle men &amp;amp; liasons, grocercy trips and nights out at the movies, purses full of candy, laughing so hard there are tears.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2868352621186073641-1966407552665617823?l=detailsofaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://detailsofaday.blogspot.com/feeds/1966407552665617823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://detailsofaday.blogspot.com/2010/08/babe-we-both-had-hard-times-dry-spells.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868352621186073641/posts/default/1966407552665617823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868352621186073641/posts/default/1966407552665617823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://detailsofaday.blogspot.com/2010/08/babe-we-both-had-hard-times-dry-spells.html' title='+babe 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height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fnJ7HIGR7rY/TGNs-mz0VcI/AAAAAAAABNI/PM2By5Qqim8/s200/0804001817.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Shaking my brain up big time, intelligent discussion, genuine concern, less office time, sweet fabrics, camera hunting again, stepping up, wonderfully thought out logic, world's best text messages, growing into the roles, hard rain storms with a breathtaking view, takin'careofbizness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2868352621186073641-5827244101154409442?l=detailsofaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://detailsofaday.blogspot.com/feeds/5827244101154409442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://detailsofaday.blogspot.com/2010/08/tenuous-at-best-was-all-he-had-to-say.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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feeling so worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2868352621186073641-8511452185666986203?l=detailsofaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://detailsofaday.blogspot.com/feeds/8511452185666986203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://detailsofaday.blogspot.com/2010/08/does-it-matter-if-were-all-matter-whats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868352621186073641/posts/default/8511452185666986203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868352621186073641/posts/default/8511452185666986203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://detailsofaday.blogspot.com/2010/08/does-it-matter-if-were-all-matter-whats.html' title='+does it matter? if we&apos;re all matter? what&apos;s the matter when we&apos;re done? when the sky is full of zeros and ones'/><author><name>a girl named heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09098588135213200587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i_iPM5PAImM/TrNiPD5Dp3I/AAAAAAAAB0c/1NxXZjZDTzw/s220/heather.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fnJ7HIGR7rY/TGKkjvNYpTI/AAAAAAAABNA/bINvXtKwsvo/s72-c/0810002235.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868352621186073641.post-8352592658160147224</id><published>2010-08-09T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T21:10:32.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>+ask me now and i won't hesitate</title><content type='html'>Excited about the resources, sunrises, sweaters, big earrings, picking up phrases and mannerisms, appreciation of younger students, upping the understanding ten fold, rice krispie treat day, focusing well, water bottles, situating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2868352621186073641-8352592658160147224?l=detailsofaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://detailsofaday.blogspot.com/feeds/8352592658160147224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://detailsofaday.blogspot.com/2010/08/ask-me-now-and-i-wont-hesitate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868352621186073641/posts/default/8352592658160147224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868352621186073641/posts/default/8352592658160147224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://detailsofaday.blogspot.com/2010/08/ask-me-now-and-i-wont-hesitate.html' title='+ask me now and i won&apos;t hesitate'/><author><name>a girl named heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09098588135213200587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i_iPM5PAImM/TrNiPD5Dp3I/AAAAAAAAB0c/1NxXZjZDTzw/s220/heather.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868352621186073641.post-8483365313873828788</id><published>2010-08-08T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T05:12:38.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>+excuse me while i fall for you</title><content type='html'>Trying a new community in a new city with no one familiar, appreciating the traditions, days when you have good driving music, breakfast for lunches, strong coffee, day one of being a supervisor, listening skills, learning to direct discussion 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href='http://detailsofaday.blogspot.com/2010/08/excuse-me-while-i-fall-for-you.html' title='+excuse me while i fall for you'/><author><name>a girl named heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09098588135213200587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i_iPM5PAImM/TrNiPD5Dp3I/AAAAAAAAB0c/1NxXZjZDTzw/s220/heather.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868352621186073641.post-8260513550269412796</id><published>2010-08-07T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T06:02:31.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>+it sounds like we would have had a great deal to say to each other</title><content type='html'>Oodles of personal time, noticing where trees are in their yearly trek, pros outweighing cons, the camera, a new city to explore, settling in, learning from the past and not making that same basic mistake, days 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eyes are like the winter when she goes &lt;br /&gt;holding secrets only winter knows.&lt;br /&gt;Winters, winter knows, cause winter's seen the wolves in women's clothes"&lt;br /&gt;-Fiction Family&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2868352621186073641-4838542510329530181?l=detailsofaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://detailsofaday.blogspot.com/feeds/4838542510329530181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://detailsofaday.blogspot.com/2010/08/days-quickly-pass-he-loves-makin-her.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868352621186073641/posts/default/4838542510329530181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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my life about to change?"&lt;br /&gt;-Local Natives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard and heavy days, real scenarios, good lettuce, roma tomatoes, one dollar scoop nights, good veggie burgers, honesty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2868352621186073641-1798133164808979506?l=detailsofaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://detailsofaday.blogspot.com/feeds/1798133164808979506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://detailsofaday.blogspot.com/2010/08/is-my-life-about-to-change.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868352621186073641/posts/default/1798133164808979506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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fabric for my office, patience and promise, reminders of focusing on God, seeking wise counsel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2868352621186073641-3497587872224945445?l=detailsofaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://detailsofaday.blogspot.com/feeds/3497587872224945445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://detailsofaday.blogspot.com/2010/07/here-im-allowed-anything-all-of-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868352621186073641/posts/default/3497587872224945445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868352621186073641/posts/default/3497587872224945445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://detailsofaday.blogspot.com/2010/07/here-im-allowed-anything-all-of-time.html' title='+here i&apos;m allowed anything all of the time'/><author><name>a girl named heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09098588135213200587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i_iPM5PAImM/TrNiPD5Dp3I/AAAAAAAAB0c/1NxXZjZDTzw/s220/heather.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868352621186073641.post-2906828308307382491</id><published>2010-07-30T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T18:33:01.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>+the sweet symphony that's life</title><content type='html'>Program connections, retreats, bunk beds, re-learning mafia, circle time and time to ask the real things, deeper talks, realizations, conversations, flexibility, being myself and putting it out there, sweet connections in eye glances.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2868352621186073641-2906828308307382491?l=detailsofaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://detailsofaday.blogspot.com/feeds/2906828308307382491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://detailsofaday.blogspot.com/2010/07/sweet-symphony-thats-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868352621186073641/posts/default/2906828308307382491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868352621186073641/posts/default/2906828308307382491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://detailsofaday.blogspot.com/2010/07/sweet-symphony-thats-life.html' title='+the sweet symphony that&apos;s life'/><author><name>a girl named heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09098588135213200587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i_iPM5PAImM/TrNiPD5Dp3I/AAAAAAAAB0c/1NxXZjZDTzw/s220/heather.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868352621186073641.post-5632807889403210693</id><published>2010-07-29T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T18:12:28.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>+do you know what true romance is? and could you show me now?</title><content type='html'>Setting up my very own office, more food than could possibly ever be eaten, feasts, seasonal fruits, emphasis on the local at the big-state, stringed instruments, a love for the extraordinary, organizational needs, the way the red rooftops reflect as the sun sets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i_iPM5PAImM/TrNiPD5Dp3I/AAAAAAAAB0c/1NxXZjZDTzw/s220/heather.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868352621186073641.post-4818671183624319208</id><published>2010-07-28T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T14:48:33.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>+like a bird in a cage i broke in and demanded that somebody free it</title><content type='html'>"If you're loved by someone you're never rejected - decide what to be and go be it." -The Avett Brothers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The continued wanderings, staff gatherings, beginning connections, the color green, sweet flow-y dresses, the postal service, snail mail x one-thousand, feeling simultaneously young and old, beautiful facilities, long walks, deeply vested relationships.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i_iPM5PAImM/TrNiPD5Dp3I/AAAAAAAAB0c/1NxXZjZDTzw/s220/heather.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868352621186073641.post-7530523425988751854</id><published>2010-07-24T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T08:31:15.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>+i want to have friends who love me for the man i've become not the man that i was</title><content type='html'>Packed cars, good music mixes, good friends all gathered in one place, support and love and encouragement, notes and thoughtfulness, beginning, tears of every emotion known to man (it seems), watching the odometer climb and climb and climb, big beds at the end of the road.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2868352621186073641-7530523425988751854?l=detailsofaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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favorite color schemes, sweet smells, mustard-colored, lighting, retro-looking clocks, neat piles and boxes, milk&amp;amp;cereal, new recipes that are a hit at dinner time, the industry of good mixers, fresh air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When I close my eyes / I hope to find you / I hope to find you / When I leave my body / I want to be ready / willing like you were / I sat beside you then / I felt the warmth as it left your hands" -Glen Phillips&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2868352621186073641-9163991359296993793?l=detailsofaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://detailsofaday.blogspot.com/feeds/9163991359296993793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://detailsofaday.blogspot.com/2010/07/when-my-shadows-longer-stay-beside-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link 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I really really do</title><content type='html'>Waking up to playful cats, granola, jogging trails that are chuck full of memories, dinner preparations, the sound of thunderstorms, planning it out well, cartoons via email, better communication than ever before, finishing edits and that feeling of finality, fresh fruit salads, cranberry red.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2868352621186073641-4158733541827550119?l=detailsofaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://detailsofaday.blogspot.com/feeds/4158733541827550119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://detailsofaday.blogspot.com/2010/07/and-yes-i-wanna-play-i-really-really-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868352621186073641/posts/default/4158733541827550119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868352621186073641/posts/default/4158733541827550119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://detailsofaday.blogspot.com/2010/07/and-yes-i-wanna-play-i-really-really-do.html' title='+and yes I wanna play. I really really do'/><author><name>a girl named heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09098588135213200587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i_iPM5PAImM/TrNiPD5Dp3I/AAAAAAAAB0c/1NxXZjZDTzw/s220/heather.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868352621186073641.post-2312380215663646694</id><published>2010-07-07T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T22:03:28.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>+and the moon's laying low in the sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fnJ7HIGR7rY/TDVcGKqjsJI/AAAAAAAABKg/AhZl7w3SGSs/s1600/0706001424.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fnJ7HIGR7rY/TDVcGKqjsJI/AAAAAAAABKg/AhZl7w3SGSs/s200/0706001424.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homemade coffee in all its relaxation glory, the characters and unexpected plot lines, pushing hard, so many things done, working hard, ease, walks, sizes, good smells, sunshine, maps, beautiful blue, mosaics, hole-in-the-wall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And the world’s got me dizzy again&lt;br /&gt;You think after 22 years I’d be used to the spin&lt;br /&gt;And it only feels worse when I stay in one place&lt;br /&gt;So I’m always pacing around or walking away"&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;-Bright Eyes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2868352621186073641-2312380215663646694?l=detailsofaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i_iPM5PAImM/TrNiPD5Dp3I/AAAAAAAAB0c/1NxXZjZDTzw/s220/heather.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fnJ7HIGR7rY/TDVcGKqjsJI/AAAAAAAABKg/AhZl7w3SGSs/s72-c/0706001424.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868352621186073641.post-5687214970967081882</id><published>2010-07-06T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T07:37:55.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>+crawling back home again, stuck by the phone again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fnJ7HIGR7rY/TDSO3UKjGwI/AAAAAAAABJQ/FMUdfORLMS8/s1600/4712166104_04ae4b39a3_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fnJ7HIGR7rY/TDSO3UKjGwI/AAAAAAAABJQ/FMUdfORLMS8/s200/4712166104_04ae4b39a3_b.jpg" width="133" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Gettin' stuff done, efficiency, post office trips and the lovely people who work there, goal-oriented, good food and baking, how much better the batter on the spoon tastes than the actual cookies, getting addicted to a new tv show, more sister and brother-in-law time: birmingham edition, so many possibilities, happy about the present and finally sorting through thoughts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2868352621186073641-5687214970967081882?l=detailsofaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://detailsofaday.blogspot.com/feeds/5687214970967081882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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and normalcy, having a place to land, the game of catch up and to-do lists, all my things being at my house again, easy sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2868352621186073641-7334294002086294265?l=detailsofaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://detailsofaday.blogspot.com/feeds/7334294002086294265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://detailsofaday.blogspot.com/2010/07/come-summer-time-were-all-same-age-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868352621186073641/posts/default/7334294002086294265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868352621186073641/posts/default/7334294002086294265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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type='html'>Being fully myself, doing absolutely nothing, being a visitor, pool preparations and just spending time in the sun, surprise cups of sweet sonic drinks, time standing still, being obsessed with sweet ceces, precious time to actually talk about these things, cookouts and watching good fireworks on tv, oatmeal cookies, falling asleep to movies with my head on Devon's shoulder and realizing how rare that will be much too soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2868352621186073641-3870011872972240145?l=detailsofaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://detailsofaday.blogspot.com/feeds/3870011872972240145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://detailsofaday.blogspot.com/2010/07/so-if-you-made-it-just-be-glad-that-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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laughing until it hurts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2868352621186073641-805997819513790991?l=detailsofaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://detailsofaday.blogspot.com/feeds/805997819513790991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://detailsofaday.blogspot.com/2010/07/we-had-few-drinks-we-all-felt-inspired.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868352621186073641/posts/default/805997819513790991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868352621186073641/posts/default/805997819513790991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://detailsofaday.blogspot.com/2010/07/we-had-few-drinks-we-all-felt-inspired.html' title='+we had a few drinks, we all 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src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fnJ7HIGR7rY/TDVcbA5tlzI/AAAAAAAABKw/E7LhHkVn4UU/s200/0702001110.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Waking up to a sweet note from my sister as I drink my brother-in-law's coffee, days alone, bonding with a sweet dog, long walks, understanding that each city deserves to be learned for years and years, simple snacks, sitting outside, being a neighborhood kid, sleeping too much, understanding, tetris competitions, the ability to open up and just be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2868352621186073641-4423098639984953198?l=detailsofaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://detailsofaday.blogspot.com/feeds/4423098639984953198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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have made me feel at home for my last evening and that being so appropriate, place to place to place of people I just greedily want more time with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2868352621186073641-4102072523821612017?l=detailsofaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://detailsofaday.blogspot.com/feeds/4102072523821612017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://detailsofaday.blogspot.com/2010/06/when-this-stops-well-be-laughing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868352621186073641/posts/default/4102072523821612017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868352621186073641/posts/default/4102072523821612017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://detailsofaday.blogspot.com/2010/06/when-this-stops-well-be-laughing.html' title='+when this stops we&apos;ll be laughing'/><author><name>a girl named heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09098588135213200587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i_iPM5PAImM/TrNiPD5Dp3I/AAAAAAAAB0c/1NxXZjZDTzw/s220/heather.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868352621186073641.post-4369328923023024456</id><published>2010-06-29T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T06:36:03.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>+no need for reminding, you're still all that matters to me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fnJ7HIGR7rY/TDSCuzXDoxI/AAAAAAAABI4/MYihhLJHH3E/s1600/downsized_0629000712.jpg" imageanchor="1" 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src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fnJ7HIGR7rY/TDKuFdcA6lI/AAAAAAAABIw/ZSl9t-SO80M/s200/downsized_0623001333.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Divine breakfasts, spinach, fuel, more slow paced, finding the gifts that fit the people, pool-sitting, learning the art of tuning in and out, the smell of freshly cut grass, boat rides, couch sleeping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2868352621186073641-8083755989197719484?l=detailsofaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://detailsofaday.blogspot.com/feeds/8083755989197719484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://detailsofaday.blogspot.com/2010/06/these-four-walls-crashing-in-wont-stop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2868352621186073641-7077141423428363321?l=detailsofaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://detailsofaday.blogspot.com/feeds/7077141423428363321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://detailsofaday.blogspot.com/2010/06/just-what-would-be-chances-that-i-could.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868352621186073641/posts/default/7077141423428363321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868352621186073641/posts/default/7077141423428363321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://detailsofaday.blogspot.com/2010/06/just-what-would-be-chances-that-i-could.html' title='+just what would be the chances, that i 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href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fnJ7HIGR7rY/TDKo4uLzaaI/AAAAAAAABH4/GiW_aUZSUWM/s1600/downsized_0619001551.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fnJ7HIGR7rY/TDKo4uLzaaI/AAAAAAAABH4/GiW_aUZSUWM/s200/downsized_0619001551.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Good music playing and trying to bring it together, the Beatles, workouts in hotel rooms, beautiful places, relatives reunited, the customer service through the roof and back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2868352621186073641-8227053872996083?l=detailsofaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://detailsofaday.blogspot.com/feeds/8227053872996083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i_iPM5PAImM/TrNiPD5Dp3I/AAAAAAAAB0c/1NxXZjZDTzw/s220/heather.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868352621186073641.post-3293411439629165914</id><published>2010-06-11T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T20:49:47.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>+if you walk away, i'll walk away</title><content type='html'>SHK breakfasts that make me feel oddly like a part of the ya-yas, oh sweet constructive breakdowns, hunger and response, packed bags and hot sun, letting him drive all the way, his listening ears, eating dinner in Birmingham and meeting up with sweet friends who calm all the nerves in my body, the old city centre, laughing about everything, appreciative for the time spent and the love shared and created, make-shift.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is the darkest day I've seen / I can't find an opening / I've never felt this rage in me / I've never known this anger / I'm feeling like a curse / I feel like I'm getting worse / I'm bored with war and songs / I've been bitter far too long / Come on prove me wrong / and tell me I'm not longer / and tell me I'm not crazy / Well maybe just a little bit / Maybe just a little bit crazy / But mostly prove me wrong / They're up to something in my head / I can hear them taunting me / Thanks for nothing imagined friends / I can hear you laughing. / I&amp;nbsp; feel like a hearse / Like I'm carrying dead / I'm tired of being right / I'm retiring from that fight / hey come on prove me wrong." -Fiction Family&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2868352621186073641-701645465329262891?l=detailsofaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fnJ7HIGR7rY/TAqmWbmzgVI/AAAAAAAABHA/_T1Q1x3XbRo/s1600/0605001131.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fnJ7HIGR7rY/TAqmWbmzgVI/AAAAAAAABHA/_T1Q1x3XbRo/s200/0605001131.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The third days, prep for excitement, weavings, walking again, tense, creamy pasta, oatmeal lunches, mailboxes, impromptu (the word and the action), barnes and noble in general, owl print, searching for common ground, exhaustion and talking as I fall asleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2868352621186073641-5905787867616202888?l=detailsofaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i_iPM5PAImM/TrNiPD5Dp3I/AAAAAAAAB0c/1NxXZjZDTzw/s220/heather.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fnJ7HIGR7rY/TAqmWbmzgVI/AAAAAAAABHA/_T1Q1x3XbRo/s72-c/0605001131.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868352621186073641.post-6433301947769196214</id><published>2010-06-03T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T11:20:19.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>+each scene is acted and beautifully crafted, with rhythm and reason that's brilliantly true</title><content type='html'>Going harder than ever, sunlight streaming through the blinds and warming me up as I eat my breakfast, liking the outfit you chose for the day, teavana and visiting, plans plans plans, good music while stuck in traffic, golden retrievers and the way their personalities are all so similar, local eateries, opening up to the idea, happy to see others happy, finally arriving, pinkmelonade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2868352621186073641-6433301947769196214?l=detailsofaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://detailsofaday.blogspot.com/feeds/6433301947769196214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://detailsofaday.blogspot.com/2010/06/each-scene-is-acted-and-beautifully.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868352621186073641/posts/default/6433301947769196214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868352621186073641/posts/default/6433301947769196214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://detailsofaday.blogspot.com/2010/06/each-scene-is-acted-and-beautifully.html' title='+each scene is 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appreciation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2868352621186073641-8738577183467552919?l=detailsofaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://detailsofaday.blogspot.com/feeds/8738577183467552919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://detailsofaday.blogspot.com/2010/06/write-out-write-out-write-out-your.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868352621186073641/posts/default/8738577183467552919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868352621186073641/posts/default/8738577183467552919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://detailsofaday.blogspot.com/2010/06/write-out-write-out-write-out-your.html' title='+write out write out write out your 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If I die before I learn to speak / Can money pay for all the days I lived awake but half asleep?" -John Nolan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2868352621186073641-8378726768618253074?l=detailsofaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://detailsofaday.blogspot.com/feeds/8378726768618253074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://detailsofaday.blogspot.com/2010/05/does-summer-come-for-everyone-can.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868352621186073641/posts/default/8378726768618253074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868352621186073641/posts/default/8378726768618253074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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climate differences, grocery shopping fun, flattery, journals, confidence, mid-afternoon rain showers, dinners and dvds, reading nights.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2868352621186073641-6604664283618600368?l=detailsofaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://detailsofaday.blogspot.com/feeds/6604664283618600368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://detailsofaday.blogspot.com/2010/05/sun-starts-to-climb-in-eastern-sky.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868352621186073641/posts/default/6604664283618600368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868352621186073641/posts/default/6604664283618600368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868352621186073641/posts/default/1058438176188258706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868352621186073641/posts/default/1058438176188258706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://detailsofaday.blogspot.com/2010/05/let-us-pause-in-lifes-pleasures-and.html' title='+let us pause in life&apos;s pleasures and count its many tears'/><author><name>a girl named heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09098588135213200587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i_iPM5PAImM/TrNiPD5Dp3I/AAAAAAAAB0c/1NxXZjZDTzw/s220/heather.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868352621186073641.post-5784473306690073418</id><published>2010-05-28T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T16:39:28.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'>+let us let go of two that they might become one</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fnJ7HIGR7rY/TAGlkDMM2bI/AAAAAAAABGw/ew_LUNv-gWc/s1600/IMG_1351.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fnJ7HIGR7rY/TAGlkDMM2bI/AAAAAAAABGw/ew_LUNv-gWc/s200/IMG_1351.jpg" width="133" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fnJ7HIGR7rY/TAGlmkfe3iI/AAAAAAAABG4/tEIwU6TXscg/s1600/IMG_1355.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fnJ7HIGR7rY/TAGlmkfe3iI/AAAAAAAABG4/tEIwU6TXscg/s200/IMG_1355.jpg" width="133" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5am wake-up calls, funny dreams, big cups of coffee, THE day, prepped and ready, nerves and crackers, juice and lighting, stress and laughter, tearing up at the beauty, hearing 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crying out of complete happiness, non-stop smiling from every person involved, packed sandwiches, getting stuck in traffic for the good talks it produces, pizza parties, new faces and families. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;But, words are not even needed. 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href='http://detailsofaday.blogspot.com/2010/05/wake-me-up-when-september-ends.html' title='+wake me up when september ends'/><author><name>a girl named heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09098588135213200587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i_iPM5PAImM/TrNiPD5Dp3I/AAAAAAAAB0c/1NxXZjZDTzw/s220/heather.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fnJ7HIGR7rY/S_4C8cK1CRI/AAAAAAAABGI/LA96Qad8dew/s72-c/IMG_9729.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868352621186073641.post-902613865277199128</id><published>2010-05-25T05:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T16:23:38.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>+nothing worth anything goes down easy</title><content type='html'>Small mountain towns, the history of it all, finding the 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intelligent speakers, a brand of thoughtfulness that is rare, low-humidity, college campuses and all the promise I feel like they hold, green landscapes against vibrant blue skies, gearing up for mountain biking, chicken, riding through a beautiful canyon of sorts, goats, raging rivers, being capable, exploring little trails, feeling strong and thankful, gushing over the beauty of nature, trail mix &amp;amp; fruit never tasting better, high school graduations, leftovers, learning so much, never a pause in conversing, soreness and laughter, lollicup and surprising pregnant women, being beat in connect four, crashing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2868352621186073641-1363179004877666229?l=detailsofaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://detailsofaday.blogspot.com/feeds/1363179004877666229/comments/default' title='Post 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project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We push and pull / And I fall down sometimes / And I'm not letting go / You hold the other line / Cause there is a light / In your eyes / In your eyes / Hold on and hold tight / From out of your sight / And everything keeps movin' on / movin' on / Hold on, hold tight / Make it through another night / And everyday, there comes a song with the dawn." -Mat Kearney&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2868352621186073641-5121423499565299074?l=detailsofaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://detailsofaday.blogspot.com/feeds/5121423499565299074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://detailsofaday.blogspot.com/2010/05/tell-me-all-of-your-doubt-and-everybody.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>+shock me like an electric eel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fnJ7HIGR7rY/S_qcAtK13eI/AAAAAAAABFg/vQjSHME2Uz8/s1600/n34102818_31948466_943.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fnJ7HIGR7rY/S_qcAtK13eI/AAAAAAAABFg/vQjSHME2Uz8/s200/n34102818_31948466_943.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bursts of energy, sleeping with the lights on, empty Bongo Java and finding parking, rushing but with an end in sight, roma tomatoes mixed with cucumbers, butterflies of excitement, having a calming boyfriend even when all my plans get jolted and mixed up, how good it feels to sit in silence in a busy airport, aiports, the city lights, the scenery cross-country, having a hug of a dear friend waiting at the top of the escalators, signs that I'm in Denver, surreal happiness, excitement.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2868352621186073641-8952137102519121945?l=detailsofaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://detailsofaday.blogspot.com/feeds/8952137102519121945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://detailsofaday.blogspot.com/2010/05/shock-me-like-electric-eel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868352621186073641/posts/default/8952137102519121945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868352621186073641/posts/default/8952137102519121945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://detailsofaday.blogspot.com/2010/05/shock-me-like-electric-eel.html' title='+shock me like an electric eel'/><author><name>a girl named 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the other side, being together again, target starbucks dates, packing &amp;amp; listening, dejavu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You can try to swim the sea / You can try to hold the breeze / You can try to hide the sun / But say goodbye to everyone" -The Avett Brothers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2868352621186073641-1995373221156408161?l=detailsofaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://detailsofaday.blogspot.com/feeds/1995373221156408161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://detailsofaday.blogspot.com/2010/05/you-can-try-to-swim-sea.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868352621186073641/posts/default/1995373221156408161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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spaces, josh ritter as loud as it will go in the car, teen movie drama, fresh garlic for cooking, noticeable differences, hours passing and not even realizing it, nostalgia, the Belmont campus and the rose garden, when good music gets stuck in your head all evening, new faces, celebrations, new thoughts and feelings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2868352621186073641-4646572236671701235?l=detailsofaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://detailsofaday.blogspot.com/feeds/4646572236671701235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://detailsofaday.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-was-thirsty-so-i-drank-and-though-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868352621186073641/posts/default/4646572236671701235'/><link 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type='html'>"I know the dog days of the Summer / Have you ten to one outnumbered /Seems like everybody up and left and they're not coming back / The shadow that you're standing on's here still sometimes / that's all you can ask / And your heart's still beating / You're not the fastest draw in town now / How many times you been shut down... / and your heart's still beating."&lt;br /&gt;-Josh Ritter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fnJ7HIGR7rY/S_P31WBjxnI/AAAAAAAABFY/P2NHhnbksec/s1600/0518002301.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fnJ7HIGR7rY/S_P31WBjxnI/AAAAAAAABFY/P2NHhnbksec/s200/0518002301.jpg" width="200" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big breakfasts and chilly mornings, drinking coffee and staring out the window and listening to birds, breathing slowly, those days that start out with an eerie sense of shiftedness, bizarre stories and unexpected turns, lighter than ever, non-stop-working-days, popcorn from scratch, american eating, crafting and how my entire being connects with the creation and understanding the spiritual nature of it all, double mirrors, mod podge (sp?), second-wind, phone calls from study-abroaders who are now safely on American soil, staring at the ceiling and lying in bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2868352621186073641-6736213564538473582?l=detailsofaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://detailsofaday.blogspot.com/feeds/6736213564538473582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://detailsofaday.blogspot.com/2010/05/and-your-hearts-still-beating.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868352621186073641.post-7111074183356954200</id><published>2010-05-17T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T07:33:22.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>+but you need faith for the same reasons that it's hard to find and this whole thing is headed for a terrible wreck</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fnJ7HIGR7rY/S_P2jNPtGbI/AAAAAAAABFQ/xdreEtJLgrQ/s1600/0518001145.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fnJ7HIGR7rY/S_P2jNPtGbI/AAAAAAAABFQ/xdreEtJLgrQ/s200/0518001145.jpg" width="150" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turning attention, jumping like a basketball player, inspiring trips to the library, deposits, golden delicious apples, Summer time produce prices, tabs, fruit salad, long 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for heros that could almost exist</title><content type='html'>Feeling a sense of closure, huge smoothies over varied talks, heavy weights, somber-ness, coffee to warm up the bones, pushes and pulls, energy from deep inside, needing art in a necessary way, planning the week, more reading and loving the art of words, watching an old animated film like a little kid all over again, watching your best friend drive home towards hard times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2868352621186073641-1389592400705366553?l=detailsofaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://detailsofaday.blogspot.com/feeds/1389592400705366553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://detailsofaday.blogspot.com/2010/05/streets-named-for-heros-that-could.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fnJ7HIGR7rY/S-2H_pALJtI/AAAAAAAABFI/OGh8n5psjsQ/s1600/0502001255.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fnJ7HIGR7rY/S-2H_pALJtI/AAAAAAAABFI/OGh8n5psjsQ/s200/0502001255.jpg" width="150" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiest of birthdays, grinning from ear to ear, new opportunities, futures, that new carpet smell, campfires, bug bites, fireflies, clean cars, rest days, roma tomatoes for $0.21, planning adventures in arts &amp;amp; crafts, parking spaces all over, fast sleeping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2868352621186073641-8139891936096678015?l=detailsofaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://detailsofaday.blogspot.com/feeds/8139891936096678015/comments/default' title='Post 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Just a long shadow, across your heart, you can reach for me, I'm not afraid of the dark."&lt;br /&gt;-Josh Ritther&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2868352621186073641-8752046554428608769?l=detailsofaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://detailsofaday.blogspot.com/feeds/8752046554428608769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://detailsofaday.blogspot.com/2010/05/ill-be-right-here-with-you-im-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868352621186073641/posts/default/8752046554428608769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868352621186073641/posts/default/8752046554428608769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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