i'm just an educator stumbling upon new ways to do my job better (i hope)


On the inside it is war--a battle to the death.  Knight to queen's bishop four.  Attack, counterattack.  Imagine the wake of a hurricane: high water marks, uprooted trees, peeling paint, spreading mold.  But on the inside, deliberate stillness, like a silk sheet beneath an anvil.  At last, eyelids fall.

Goodbye, J.D. Salinger

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