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Day’s Verse:
…by His wounds you were healed.
1 Peter 2:24
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The stories:

Nature of Light

Particle. Wave. Particle. Wave. Particle. Wave. Particle. Wave. Particle. Wave. Particle. Wave. Particle. Wave. Particle. Wave. Particle. Wave. Particle. Wave. Particle. Wave. Particle. Wave. Particle. Wave. Particle. Wave. Particle. Wave. Particle. Wave. Particle. Wave. Particle. Wave. Particle. Wave. Particle. Wave. Particle. Wave. Particle. Wave. Particle. Wave. Particle. Wave. Particle.

The Choice of a Lifetime

Standing on the edge, precipitous moment. Sweaty palms, locked knees, stammering voice—betrayals. He walked through that door. No turning back.

Boldly looking her in the face, taking a deep breath: he wants this more than anything else. The turkey sub on rye, with American cheese, lettuce, pickles, and mayonnaise.

One True Companion

I’ve smacked her, yelled at her, called her names, ignored her, berated her. I’ve hugged her, kissed her, tickled her, played with her hair, cleaned up after her. I’ve walked with her, talked to her, listened to her, tricked her, photographed her. She loves me regardless. My golden retriever.

You’d Think a Ferrari Would Be More Satisfying

Four sweat and blood years. First year: no prob, Bob. Second year: this is real college. Third year: do I want to do this still? Fourth year: let it end soon.

Springtime, Anywheresville University. Proud teary-eyed, light-pocketed parents applaud offspring. Provost handing off the $100,000 investment. One single-sided sheet. Congrats.

In the Anderson Computer Lab, Goddard Library

Tikatee tack. Crisply: Tap tap tap. Swish. Murmur. Hear background humming, some secret air conditioner a hidden metaphor. Endless, patient, technological. Clacking fingernails on keys. Slight cough. Harder intentation of space bar, enter key. Shuffle of papers, flip of pages. Not quite silent, not quite noisy, the academic sounds resound.