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Anthony Price
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Teacher, husband, & dad. A lover of great books, IU sports, Manchester United, the Indiana Pacers, and the Indianapolis Colts.
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I lost my mom on Monday, and I’m really feeling this today.
When someone you love dies, it isn’t just them that you miss, but the parts of yourself that person brought out of you that can never be brought out again…credit to @emilysue
November 16, 2025 at 3:22 PM
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Hound dog hybrid with lots of wrinkles and inside out ears. Looks startled.
July 23, 2025 at 3:52 PM
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Sad dog because he’s not allowed in the bathroom trash.
March 18, 2025 at 7:18 PM
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Sharing this for no particular reason…
FIRST THEY CAME – BY PASTOR MARTIN NIEMÖLLER First they came for the Communists And I did not speak out Because I was not a Communist Then they came for the Socialists And I did not speak out Because I was not a Socialist Then they came for the trade unionists And I did not speak out Because I was not a trade unionist Then they came for the Jews And I did not speak out Because I was not a Jew Then they came for me And there was no one left To speak out for me
March 17, 2025 at 1:18 PM
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Here it is with alt text.
The poem “To Be in Love” by Gwendolyn Brooks: To be in love Is to touch with a lighter hand. In yourself you stretch, you are well. You look at things Through his eyes. A cardinal is red. A sky is blue. Suddenly you know he knows too. He is not there but You know you are tasting together The winter, or a light spring weather. His hand to take your hand is overmuch. Too much to bear. You cannot look in his eyes Because your pulse must not say What must not be said. When he Shuts a door- Is not there_ Your arms are water. And you are free With a ghastly freedom. You are the beautiful half Of a golden hurt. You remember and covet his mouth To touch, to whisper on. Oh when to declare Is certain Death! Oh when to apprize Is to mesmerize, To see fall down, the Column of Gold, Into the commonest ash.
February 14, 2025 at 2:42 PM
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I was helping a student find a poem to recite for an academic competition and came across this Brooks’ poem again.
February 14, 2025 at 2:14 PM