THE TYPEWRITER PROJECT

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Yellow green and blue makes the world look young ... springtime

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If i find in myself desires which nothing in this world

Can satisfy, the only logical explanation is that i was

Made for another world *c.s. Lewis

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whistling softly in the distance A young man sits at the seat of a wooden chamber containing

Nothing more ttan a typewriter and his thoughts

He attempts to draft up a quick story but has trouble getting

His words out onto the paper. He begins his story:

"A young woman sat the boook store, her light blue typewriter

Seems to be itching to be written upon"

Here the boy ends his story,

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And there is no end, only beginnings.And then he died the thing that no person should have ended the story. The day was long and still not over. The pain had all reready beencaused. Thererewas no going back to how it had been.I am not sure how to use a typewtriter correctly. I am learning as I go

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this is a story aboout two people in raleigh

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Jesus wept

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Be where your feet are

-julius.daves

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The joy of a life well lived will bring bliss to my soul.

The thoughtfulnesss of each day will bring the thiho me.

With each new day, comes new joys

There is beauty in every tomorrow

Always stand in the sun

Thank you, raleighwood for everything

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Blue as the sky does feel, The sun warms the heart . With good

Friends by your side the world seems less dauntuing.

These are the days of oyyur lives that we'll never forget

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Mittens gave you a stomach ach for being a bad personI ate a flower

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the waves captured the girl. From that point on, her soul was one with the soul of the waves. Crushing, fleeting, and cascading forces of

Change. Follow the current of your heartbeat.

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Suddenly, the relaxation felt overwhelming.

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Suddenly, the relaxation felt overwhelming.

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The water was warm, as it should be before morning yoga.

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The water was warm, as it should be before morning yoga.

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Waking

Her

Was

Always

Opening

Violin

Case

And

Finding

Machine

Gun

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Waking

Her

Was

Always

Opening

Violin

Case

And

Finding

Machine

Gun

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If her walls could talk they'd say some great things. Her words built. I wouldn't be myself, I wouldn't be myself if I wasn't that guy. My heart is at ease knowing what was, my heart is at ease knowing what was meant for me. I will never miss me and what misses me was never meant for me. My heart is at ease knowing that what was meant for me will never miss me, and that what misses me was never meant for me.

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be self aware sometimes.