Author: Blueprint Web Administrator
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As a human entity in a world full of unknown integers, the ability to explore is a magnificent concept. Exploration to me is a process of not only discovery, but rather fulfillment. The need to explore has come from a peculiar gap, one that I have been trying to fill. A slit in my soul.…
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Everything Changes
The world was quiet. An unnatural, eerie quiet where every footstep echoed off the empty trees, the washed-out paw prints of animals who left their burrows and did not return. I stepped through the forests, the deserts, the oceans. I walked and I watched, and all was quiet. The air was still, the sun unmoving…
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Grief
Many seem to think that letting go means forgetting.
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Bungalow
Life is one long orgasm
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The Belonging Place
I can’t remember the last time I was so desperate for home.
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Bittersweet Memories
I woke up in London.
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Barn Cats
Heather had referred him. She knew his older sister who was “the sweetest girl ever,” and if my oldest sister suggested it, it was nearly gospel. So when John Truman called, I said yes and he came to pick me up the following evening. It was my first date. Heather lent me a brown polyester…
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Nostalgia Isn’t What it Used to Be
Nostalgia isn’t a feeling, a marketing scheme, or a certain aesthetic style.
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Airborne
The first piece I ever wrote for Blueprint was about being the daughter of Peruvian parents and my rich exposure to South American culture. In an attempt to come full circle, I want to write about my parents one more time. My mother and father danced to disco and ate pancakes as they got to…
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Crepuscular Light
I wanted to write something truly unique about what it means to feel nostalgic.