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Tangled inner mind shaped into ideas through discussion. Soul rises braiding life from innumerable dreams.

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Watching my flowers open to morning humidity

Watching the hummingbirds drink their wakeup nectar

Watching my daughter wake to the summer afternoon, bleary

Watching my students enter the summer chat online, writing to wake up.

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The fable created by the quill is like a mosaic, a pebble creating a ripple in the water of the harbour, illuminated by a lantern, blurring the apricot-coloured horizon. A sparrow orbits in a nebula, its compass lost in a cipher. A kernel of velvet knowledge falls from the birch in the meadow, whistling soulessly.

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Focus, clarity, and purpose. Note courses, assignments, and check certified debts. A portal to sealed spectrums and core blue balms.

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Try again. Tomorrow. Courage is sometimes quiet at the end of the day. 

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Try again. Tomorrow. Courage is sometimes quiet at the end of the day. 

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words from the back covers of books in my shelf

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words from the back covers of books in my shelf

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Stunning world, unexpected encounter, roses, roses, roses, crying for summers, and long love streets

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When students are present, a switch is flipped, a light turns on, and thoughts start running through the mind like a floodgate. Like a magnet on a board, the student is drawn to the computer monitor, and a state of flow is reached. It feels like eating gingerbread and drinking a jug of milk after building a snowman outside with friends.

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Academic writing empowers us to present evidence-based data and share it with the entire world. This enables us to actively contribute to the pursuit of humanity's betterment, promoting a world conducive to living in harmony and peace.

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Dare to write and wake up your inner self.

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Lining the ducks up in a row, it was hard to see where this might go.
Meticulously weaving through the crowd, I find the right words to say aloud.
Preparation is key, or so they tell me.

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Lists of tasks, done and to do, make it hard to see a way through. One ends another begins, even the posters say too much to do,

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Japanese maple turning red, Swiss army knife, aquarium, exercise ball. KN95 face masks, too many computers.

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Of literature I have read
Lectures for me to write
Voting from the heart
concepts to be understood

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Symbols spring often shabby with wrinkles and knots until cleaned, tidied.
Wine and wood. Twins. Green to leather.

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Lighthouses in Maine. Nature and history. Picture perfect lobster. Undeniable and layered. Academic writing contains these multitudes.

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The bee laid bare the menu:

- The dangerous curve,

-The copper harrow.

Repair?

Sewing?

Crossing?

From Higher Education Research Group, London Metropolitan University, 2021

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(I´ll write in Spanish, it's more natural for me to write a poen in my languague).

ESCRIBIR

Escribir es como los árboles, que crecen poco a poco, a veces no se nota, a veces cambian de pronto.

Hoy y estos días ha sido más como una lluvia.

Empiezan las gotas, luego llueve más, luego veo los charcos y vuelve a llover.

A veces escribir es subir las escaleras, a veces es saludar.

A veces es caminar, a veces es estar sola.

Otras, acompañada con tus colegas.

¿Cómo me preparo? Café, audífonos, hacer espacio. O a veces no me preparo y solamente avanzo, corro, me tropiezo, me levanto.

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Universities are a garden full of secrets and insights about our planet, where you can discover your own story on the go - it’s the spiritus and power of education, it’s an orchestra, an opera!

From Higher Education Research Group, London Metropolitan University, 2021

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The villagers had been forewarned. It isn't called a 'dead'line for a joke. When the bell tolls midnight, whether they are prepared or not, the beast will come. Yet, would they heed the cautionary whispers. Could the echoes of their procrastinating forebears, like distant cries from the past, sway them to seize The Pen before it was too late.

The Handin bore a fearsome reputation in these lands; a cursed varmint, fated to sow chaos among the unsuspecting. Each year, it rose anew, lurking in the shadows of the forest, its gaze fixed upon the villagers below. Unchecked, The Handin thrived, gathering strength for the day it would unleash its terror upon the tranquil village. Many a weary soul sacrificed countless nights, awaiting the toll of midnight to coax the beast to the precipice of Turnitin, hoping to cast it into the abyss below and restore peace to their home. Yet, despite the elders' earnest pleas to tame the creature in its infancy, too few paid heed to their counsel. And so, The Handin had been free to unleash it’s dreadful fate upon the village once more.

But this year, a glimmer of hope illuminated the village. This year, they would take up The Pen early and The Handin would be tamed. This year, they dared to believe they could not only save themselves but also liberate The Handin from its grim destiny.

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Academic Writing: Ceremony, feeling lost between useful and vertigo, the experience of nonsense and the dominion aflame, visit the assassins

From Higher Education Research Group, London Metropolitan University, 2021

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The clock is ticking on top of the plants

The flowers above the chair is beautifying the computer

There is a hanger with pictures above the table where the bicycle lies besides it

The table with books left and an empty cup by the carpet next to the bin has a lamp next to it with another empty bottle.

From Higher Education Research Group, London Metropolitan University, 2021