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Monday, April 27

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Wednesday, January 28

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Thursday, January 15

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    Change.
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    Splintery wood boards creaked lightly under my feet as I glided carefully across the long shaded path of my roof. A small shaft of sunlight gleamed brightly along a line of the wood, allowing the wind worn planks to shine against the darker shade. I heard my mom calling up to my room, her voice interrupting the peaceful pace of the morning. “Madison, come down, you have laundry to do!” Ignoring the voice that intruded on my thoughts, I proceeded to walk until I found my seat. I ran a finger across the hollowed out wood, no splinters piercing my finger. The antique quality of the wood was beautiful, old carvings from childhood painted onto the artist’ portrait. Bending down until I became comfortably situated, I leaned back against my house’s wall, looking out over the breathtaking city view. The center stage of a long forgotten theatre.
    {JUMP.jpg} This roof has been my constant solace, the peace and beauty whispering away the stress of life. For once, I can hear my own thoughts, free from the noise and rush of an ordinary day. Closing my eyes, I just listen to the world; the hum of traffic on a faraway street, the conversations of people enjoying the beautiful summer day, and the spontaneous songs that the birds consistently sing. Birdsongs are captivating: a haunting melody, a swaying lullaby, or a joyful chirping, each one unique, each one special. One bird that flies back almost every day is a bluebird; its’ wings are tipped with black as is the crest on its’ head. Most of its body is a startling bright blue, and the underbelly is white. It sings lullabies in a quiet humming sound; pleasurable and easy to listen to. The song is lovely, a rocking sway that softly moves in the warm breeze.
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    The Riddle - Five For Fighting ChangeChange Of Pace
    Splintery wood boards creaked lightly under my feet as I glided carefully across the long shaded path of my roof. A small shaft of sunlight gleamed brightly along a line of the wood, allowing the wind worn planks to shine against the darker shade. I heard my mom calling up to my room, her voice interrupting the peaceful pace of the morning. “Madison, come down, you have laundry to do!” Ignoring the voice that intruded on my thoughts, I proceeded to walk until I found my seat. I ran a finger across the hollowed out wood, no splinters piercing my finger. The antique quality of the wood was beautiful, old carvings from childhood painted onto the artist’ portrait. Bending down until I became comfortably situated, I leaned back against my house’s wall, looking out over the breathtaking city view. The center stage of a long forgotten theatre.
    {JUMP.jpg} This roof has been my constant solace, the peace and beauty whispering away the stress of life. For once, I can hear my own thoughts, free from the noise and rush of an ordinary day. Closing my eyes, I just listen to the world; the hum of traffic on a faraway street, the conversations of people enjoying the beautiful summer day, and the spontaneous songs that the birds consistently sing. Birdsongs are captivating: a haunting melody, a swaying lullaby, or a joyful chirping, each one unique, each one special. One bird that flies back almost every day is a bluebird; its’ wings are tipped with black as is the crest on its’ head. Most of its body is a startling bright blue, and the underbelly is white. It sings lullabies in a quiet humming sound; pleasurable and easy to listen to. The song is lovely, a rocking sway that softly moves in the warm breeze.
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    Change

    The Riddle - Five For Fighting Change
    Of Pace
    Splintery wood boards creaked lightly under my feet as I glided carefully across the long shaded path of my roof. A small shaft of sunlight gleamed brightly along a line of the wood, allowing the wind worn planks to shine against the darker shade. I heard my mom calling up to my room, her voice interrupting the peaceful pace of the morning. “Madison, come down, you have laundry to do!” Ignoring the voice that intruded on my thoughts, I proceeded to walk until I found my seat. I ran a finger across the hollowed out wood, no splinters piercing my finger. The antique quality of the wood was beautiful, old carvings from childhood painted onto the artist’ portrait. Bending down until I became comfortably situated, I leaned back against my house’s wall, looking out over the breathtaking city view. The center stage of a long forgotten theatre.
    {JUMP.jpg} This roof has been my constant solace, the peace and beauty whispering away the stress of life. For once, I can hear my own thoughts, free from the noise and rush of an ordinary day. Closing my eyes, I just listen to the world; the hum of traffic on a faraway street, the conversations of people enjoying the beautiful summer day, and the spontaneous songs that the birds consistently sing. Birdsongs are captivating: a haunting melody, a swaying lullaby, or a joyful chirping, each one unique, each one special. One bird that flies back almost every day is a bluebird; its’ wings are tipped with black as is the crest on its’ head. Most of its body is a startling bright blue, and the underbelly is white. It sings lullabies in a quiet humming sound; pleasurable and easy to listen to. The song is lovely, a rocking sway that softly moves in the warm breeze.
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    Change Of Pace {Lighted_Up_Bridge.jpg}
    Splintery wood boards creaked lightly under my feet as I glided carefully across the long shaded path of my roof. A small shaft of sunlight gleamed brightly along a line of the wood, allowing the wind worn planks to shine against the darker shade. I heard my mom calling up to my room, her voice interrupting the peaceful pace of the morning. “Madison, come down, you have laundry to do!” Ignoring the voice that intruded on my thoughts, I proceeded to walk until I found my seat. I ran a finger across the hollowed out wood, no splinters piercing my finger. The antique quality of the wood was beautiful, old carvings from childhood painted onto the artist’ portrait. Bending down until I became comfortably situated, I leaned back against my house’s wall, looking out over the breathtaking city view. The center stage of a long forgotten theatre.
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    Two Worlds - Phil Collins
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    Splintery wood boards creaked lightly under my feet as I glided carefully across the long shaded path of my roof. A small shaft of sunlight gleamed brightly along a line of the wood, allowing the wind worn planks to shine against the darker shade. I heard my mom calling up to my room, her voice interrupting the peaceful pace of the morning. “Madison, come down, you have laundry to do!” Ignoring the voice that intruded on my thoughts, I proceeded to walk until I found my seat. I ran a finger across the hollowed out wood, no splinters piercing my finger. The antique quality of the wood was beautiful, old carvings from childhood painted onto the artist’ portrait. Bending down until I became comfortably situated, I leaned back against my house’s wall, looking out over the breathtaking city view. The center stage of a long forgotten theatre.
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    Two Worlds - Phil Collins

    Change Of Pace {Lighted_Up_Bridge.jpg}
    Splintery wood boards creaked lightly under my feet as I glided carefully across the long shaded path of my roof. A small shaft of sunlight gleamed brightly along a line of the wood, allowing the wind worn planks to shine against the darker shade. I heard my mom calling up to my room, her voice interrupting the peaceful pace of the morning. “Madison, come down, you have laundry to do!” Ignoring the voice that intruded on my thoughts, I proceeded to walk until I found my seat. I ran a finger across the hollowed out wood, no splinters piercing my finger. The antique quality of the wood was beautiful, old carvings from childhood painted onto the artist’ portrait. Bending down until I became comfortably situated, I leaned back against my house’s wall, looking out over the breathtaking city view. The center stage of a long forgotten theatre.
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