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<title>entities of days long past - Archive - MayVaneDay Studios</title>
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<b>MayVaneDay Studios (Gopher Edition)</b>
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<p><b>entities of days long past</b></p>
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<p>published: 10-17-2015</p>
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<p> </p>
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<p>lawn mowers bringing their judgement upon the unruly grasses of the lawn outside<br />
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the one baseball game of the week drawing out in the evening<br />
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a group of naïve and untouched children screaming somewhere at the park<br />
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the faint blowing sound that precedes a gasp of relief inside<br />
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the slosh of the neighbor’s pool finally being put to use after three years</p>
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<p>female adolescent chatter about the plant of the season being pervasive<br />
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“spoopyness” and eagerness over a month signifying a whole single night<br />
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crackdowns in school and people complaining about the heavy workload<br />
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the yell of the voices of children asking for a whole three days worth of stomachaches</p>
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<p>declarations of a joyful three months<br />
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the tingle of the walls that signify that the heater is working<br />
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a silent drop of a single unhinged ornament in the wee hours of midnight<br />
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the warm feeling of being loved and being together, if even for a moment<br />
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a vague uneasy feeling in the pit of stomachs over the reapings of this year<br />
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the family’s anguish of learning that a beloved family member does not share their faith<br />
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some stomachs growling over the anticipated dinner that their grandmother made</p>
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<p>little kids screaming yet again over the thawing ground<br />
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the silent dripping of snowman blood into the storm gutter<br />
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the wastes of two seasons ago being found at last in a muted crinkle<br />
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everything previously thought dead and never to return blooming once again<br />
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and the vague feeling that this may be a fresh start for you as well</p>
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<p>mere entities of days long past<br />
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each with their opportunity to haunt the earth once again</p>
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