Nadya Writes Things.
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wealth and hellness (second part)
I have been keeping a journal (it just sounds more grown-up than “a diary”) since I was thirteen years old and have hung onto every last one of them, so naturally, this means that I have two giant suitcases crammed with various scrawled-in notebooks, ranging from cheap spiral-rings to fancy hardcover composition books I felt…
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wealth and hellness (first part)
While I was briefly recalling COVID the other day, a lot of weird memories came back to me.** I find this particularly odd, because I didn’t think I really had any memories of that first year and a half (March 2020 – fall 2021, the latter time being when I made some major adjustments to…
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pearson airport barbarism: let’s just conclude this
PRE-READING NOTE: This final entry has taken as much overdramatic, literary, morose license as the author saw fit. However, no hyperbole was involved in the following account, because absolutely none was required. So once the swab had circled the inside of both my nostrils and was packed neatly into a plastic baggie with my personal…
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snowmen and airports
Mother Nature sure didn’t disappoint. Went to bed last night and the city was bare; woke up earlier than usual to find everything covered in a fluffy, pristine, thick layer of snow. There is honestly something magical when this happens, especially when it’s relatively new for your Pacific Northwest winter experiences. I suppose this is…
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nobody loves me like i do
Hello, fellow proles! Wilkommen, bienvenue, welcome. Now let us just sprint earnestly towards straight-up business: here’s where I do the obligatory, can’t-help-muhself introduction where I talk about how I used to write blogs, how I’ve started a brand–new blog, what this blog’s purpose is, and of most self-aggrandizing importance, who I am and why I…
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