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Eulogy
Here lies a lesson for all daughters who swim towards stubbornity, who seek to satisfy that self-indulging instinct,
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If you’re reading this…
If you’re reading this, plant some flowers. As each academic break nears, I begin to excitedly anticipate returning home. I always miss my family, my farm, and my community. Duke…
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Dear Mother
dear mother, my magical cocoon, the safe haven within the walls of childhood where rose-tinted flowers grew beside hope-laden trees,
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Winter
I hated winter. I spent 17 years of my life dreading the end of fall because I knew what would come next and I hated every second of it.
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Kintsugi
Kintsugi is the process of mending broken pottery, usually with gold. It's meant to embrace the flaws and imperfections. Because of this, I was inspired to draw a character that…
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It’s Elementary!
Crossword construction is not only an art, but an exercise. The strict constraints of the 15x15 grid force me to erase and try again, without doubt or shame. Puzzlemaking also…
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Drawings & Photography
Drawings and photography from Emily Biwer.
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Difference
We can make the world a better place. We can make a difference We can empower others by uplifting them We can change for the better
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Shiny White Waters
By Keira, 17, Wisconsin This picture was taken of a waterfall in Montana when I was camping out there!
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Mirror of the Pond
The heavy weights on my eyelids drag them back down in their places as I try to rise from slumber. Time for a productive day.
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Why You Need to Ditch Your “Dream Job”
I know many readers of this site are often fixated on graduation. Whether that be from college or from high school, most of us are obsessed with an end goal.…
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A New Life
I lay quietly now, like the hush during a funeral. Father stands lofty, towering over mother. Her halo darkened with each passing second.
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Untitled
Pen and pencil drawing of a baby deer.
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Blissful Paradise
Soft sand squishes between my toes on a chalky white coast. My defined footprints, so temporary, vanish without a trace as I wander on.
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Worn and Torn
He sits alone atop the hill at Port Clyde, wondering when will someone come? Deep into rotting depression,
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My View of the World
My current keeps the seagulls circling In my reflection they can look for food. Their wings ripple me with a simple touch.
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Onto the Next Life
“I’m sorry to ask but how many?” “All seven, I’m afraid.” The world around him turns to the brown, red, and yellows of dirt.
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Self Interest
What novelty is there in another’s heart? What new skies are there in another’s eyes? Perhaps it’s because my own bosom
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Applying to College (Again)
College applications aren’t easy. They require lots of introspection, way too much writing, and fistfuls of cash.
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Smiles and Tears
I’ve forgotten how to smile. My muscles get cramped after too many pretenses. It’s easier to just loosen the upward tension.
