THE TYPEWRITER PROJECT

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Love is in the air !so dont be afraid to shoot your shot

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If at first you dont suceed, try try again. Nothing could be better advice...

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He is so smart, so gifted. He has so much potential. Why doesnt he believe

In himself? Why doesmyt he know hes loved and forgiven?

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Daddy thinks we've finally learned to give up spaceSpace

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i build armor out of swallowed tongues

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You will be brought up;No need to push buttons.

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you should love me, my name is jesse.charles. ian.don't touch me when i'm eating. or sleeping.

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it's a cool thing we are unapologetically, ourselves.

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the sun was sunning. The kids were froclicking. The is good.

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It is a beutiflue day ,my siste and i.are travleling aaaacross ameicaca

We are stoping here in Raleigh aand it is beautiful.

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Gran dfather, Ojiichan, you were so nivce to me.

You liked to take walks. You were so healthy.

And Kind. It is goog d that you died doing what you liked most.;walkingg .The sadness is like uunlike other sadness. It is a sweet

Type. Today would have been your birthday. You were

A kind grandfather. Probably the person that my

Mother, your daughter, will remember most, until

Your wife , my Grandmama, my Obaachan, my mother's mom

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Climate. Change. Is. Realinvesting. In. Our. Future. Is. The. Real. Deal

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Fall has fell

Summer is here

And its hotter than

Usual

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human is incomplete. Because humans are

Living inside human mind world

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Hello! Wow, this is just like the one my mother had.

Wow! A real typewriter like I learned to type on

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Here we are, just you aand me, and all the other fingers that havent touched

These keys. We are on a journey from age to age, on this everlasting page.

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I am here from New york to build memories with my sister. I am

thrilled to be here in NC

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Now is the time for all good men to comme to the aid of their country

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Live for today .. Enjoy the memories, but don't live in the past

Embrace the moment

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Palm Sunday Jesus entes the city. Thank You Lord for sacrificing

Yourself for me. He conquered hell and death He is risen from

From the graave! I Love You Lord!