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Confessions by St. Augistine
Foundations of Human Knowledge & Three Dialogues by Berkeley
Cleopatra: A Life, by Stacy Shiff
This is your Brain on Music, by Daniel Levitin

So far I'd recommend all of them. The latter is the easier to read and very interesting, I'd recommend it to everyone.

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>>7435755
I may start a masters of a major next year, but I still need another year to finish the other one.
It makes me feel demotivated since people there are usually younger than me.

I have considered taking a different job instead of getting into the academy, but here there aren't much jobs, and if there are, then the pay is very low and you wouldn't be able to live with it (500 us dollars a month is the average salary).

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Every night I dance with the wolves down the moon around the everlasting fire. I don't have, I exist beyond time itself as a being to whom nothing belongs but its own self, and in every place and time nothing can feel for no bond good or bad forge with anyone to ever be.
Down the forest where the fire which casts light on every being they born every dusk, and die every dawn and then we stand, looking through the forest every existence come and go every night and every day without a rest to come.
Once, I walked through the forest of souls with my wolves and my soul in hand, which like a flame showed me the path through the heart of the woods. "Why don't you fade?" they asked and called my wolves to come near them to name them and value and worth them, make an object out of their existence and being to which they'll see their own light fade.
Along the path I walk every dawn down the dying trees, beats and souls repeat every word and name to come to be, and I wait for them to fade again and again, never willing to cut any root, never willing to let them be free from themselves.

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Give me visual prompts for my middle-school creative writing students.

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