Sometimes, I write my yearly reflection in December, as I process the year behind me and ready myself for the new one. Other times, when the year’s end is chaotic and flies by in a blur, I find myself pushing it off further and further. I guess I wasn’t sure…
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Avery’s Athenaeum – Perdido Street Station by China MiĆ©ville
Greetings, and welcome to the first installment of a (hopefully actually serial) series of book summaries/reviews I’m calling Avery’s Athenaeum. Here’s how it works: Synopsis: this section is for everyone, containing only minor spoilers and should serve as a suitable enough pitch to anyone who may be interested in reading…
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Over the Horizon
The sun is rising outside my window right now. I can spy the peak of Mount Sugarloaf from here, and all around my neighborhood farms lay dormant, sheltered with cover grass or hay in preparation for the coming year. The valley is cold, but it is alive and awake, just…
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Yankee on the Wagon
On June 4th, 2021, I went to a party at a dear friend’s house. It was a fun party, that which I could remember of it, but unfortunately that would not end up being a lot. I would black out, late at night, after going to a local bar, and…
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I Hope to See a Sunrise
It’s not very often that I wake up early enough to see the sunrise. Once in a blue moon I stay up late enough that the dawn greets me, but that is an equally rare occurrence. I have always loved the atmosphere of mornings, though my body is not so…