Week 22 of 209 Weeks: “My candle burns at both ends;/ It will not last the night; /But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends—/ It gives a lovely light!” —Edna St. Vincent Millay “First Fig” Photo Notes: This bonfire photo was taken at Pacem in Terris’s bonfire weekend in February 2025.

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Week 21 of 209 Weeks: “I am pulling the voices of people I desire and love and trust and worry over into me.” —Saeed Jones, “My Project 2025” Photo Notes: This photo was taken in the courtyard of my grandmother-in-law’s house in Jinju, South Korea in May 2024.

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Week 20 of 209 Weeks: No dejarte dominar por el miedo. Translation: Don’t let yourself be ruled by fear. Photo Notes: This carved lion, made out of a large chunk of wood, was found at a garden center sort of store (or maybe a landscaper?) in Seoul, South Korea in May 2024.

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Week 19 of 209 Weeks:‘Tis not in the high stars alone,Nor in the cup of budding flowers,Nor in the red-breast’s mellow tone,Nor in the bow that smiles in showers.But in the darkest, meanest thingsThere alway, alway something sings. —Ralph Waldo Emerson, “Music” Photo Notes: Taken at a state park maybe? (I need to take better notes!)

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Week 18 of 209 Weeks: “I would hurl words into this darkness and wait for an echo, and if an echo sounded, no matter how faintly, I would send other words to tell, to march, to fight, to create a sense of the hunger for life that gnaws in us all.” —Richard Wright, Black Boy (1945)

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