#justine365

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justine ~ day three-sixty-five

Often it’s the last day that we remember the most clearly: the last day of school, the last day of a trip.

Perhaps that’s because the last day is usually incredible, it usually sums up all the other days.

This last day is no different, and thus I suspect I will remember it for many years to come; particularly when I’m asked to respond creatively to a writing prompt. I will pick up my pen and smile.

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justine ~ day three-sixty-one

I’ve been told over and over that withholding information is for the best, that it’s being done to protect me. I used to think this was an act of kindness, and maybe the people doing this are only doing it in kindness.

But I don’t need protection. I’m not something fragile, breakable. I am strong, fierce. I can handle information, I can handle bad news.

I am worthy of being trusted, of being confided in. I’d prefer you to have faith in my unbreakability.

That kind of faith is true kindness, I believe.

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justine ~ day three-sixty

When we started I had a feeling we’d lose people along the way; people who weren’t committed, who grew bored, who got too busy. But I knew some of us would stay, those of us who are dedicated, enjoying the challenge, appreciating the experience.

I knew I’d stay; I don’t like to start things and fail to see them to the end. I owe myself the chance to feel accomplished, to achieve something.

And so here I am. It’s been nearly and year and although there have been times where I’ve needed to catch up, I haven’t given up.

And I’m glad I didn’t. There’s something satisfying, and reassuring, to know that I am capable of writing every day for a year, of responding creatively to a range of different prompts and producing work that I am sometimes quite proud of.

This is what makes up my story of 365.

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justine ~ day three-fifty-nine

As summer fades and the sun softens I long for the days suitable for the beach

As autumn approaches I’m impatient for the canvas of leaves to crunch as I pass by

As winter looms I shiver and crawl closer to my heater

As spring blooms I despise the fluxing temperature wishing for stability

As the years go by I discover we should perhaps appreciate what we have before it’s simply too late

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justine ~ day three-fifty-eight

Describe a colour without mentioning that colour

When you hear her voice and your heart races, it’s the colour of your cheeks. When you kiss her for the first time and discover she tastes sweet, it’s the colour of her lips. When someone hurts her and she’s dampening your shoulder as you hold her, it’s the colour pulsing through you as anger nearly takes hold. It’s the colour of her flushed face as she says yes.

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justine ~ day three-fifty-seven

Very rarely does the world come together in such a way that I am proud to be here.

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justine ~ day three-fifty-six

The Lover’s Dictionary definition prompt

To heal

I see our old friend posting photos and one day you’re in those photos. You’re thinner, with a smaller smile. But you’re there. I smile upon seeing you, and it’s then that I know I’m healing.

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justine ~ day three-fifty-five

I learned … sometimes there aren’t enough hours in the day I often write about a boy getting notes was quite encouraging being reblogged was reassuring remembering is often difficult it’s fun to write the prompts it’s hard to keep up a year goes quickly and I’d do it again