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Last night a little after midnight I wrote:
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I cannot believe 1000 posts…since  June 5, 2011…less than 2 years.
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Thank you to those who subscribe to my blog…I never dreamed of
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having people other than a friend or two take the time to read what
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I write.
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In the 1,000 posts I have learned so much about writing and about
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sharing what I write without analyzing if it will be liked or not.

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The above I wrote early this morning, planning to finish and post
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when I got home from Somesville, painting with the artist group,
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Vagabonds.
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I had planned a different post for this momentous event for me.
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The events of theday in Boston have changed this.
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I wrote,  when I got home shortly after hearing the news from a friend,
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with a few corrections here for clarity, but still raw as it was originally
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…imperfect
from the shock:

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In Maine,

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the sun is shining
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birds are singing.
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We turn on the tv
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and find out that
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a few hours away,
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terrorists have struck
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again.
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What is this world
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coming to …
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peaceful runners,
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joyful spectators,
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maimed injured,
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or dead,
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runners
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just trying to do
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their personal best,
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spectators there
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to cheer them
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as they arrive at the
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Finnish Line,
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on a Spring Day.
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Thoughts and prayers
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to the families of those
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who died or are injured.
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To the runners
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and spectators who
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witnessed this horrific
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event.
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My condolences to
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all involved.
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My heart and soul are wounded.  They hurt deeply.  I have tears with  mournful sighs.
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All is not right in my world

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All is not right in  the world of those in Boston and  the world today.

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