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Do not stand at my grave and weep by Mary E. Frye
Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there. I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning’s hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry; I am not...
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Learned some new self defense moves in speech class today. That’s always helpful.
I also learned how to make a bow with your hair, which is really cute.
I learned how to make a swan out of towels. Kissing swans and a baby, to be exact.
As well as a bunch of other great things.
I love my class, we’re awesome.
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MY SPEECH IS IN 2 HOURS.
I’ve practiced what I’m going to say and do about 10 times, I think I got this. Hopefully, I don’t go blank when I get in front of everybody.
I decided I would do the friendship bracelet thing. My professor said it was okay, so I’m glad. I’m giving everyone in the class string so that they can try and make the friendship bracelet...
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