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Days have followed days during the pandemic but during the holidays we at least never signed into work. Instead we cleared some space in our cluttered home. Space that we […]
Days have followed days during the pandemic but during the holidays we at least never signed into work. Instead we cleared some space in our cluttered home. Space that we […]
The street lights reflecting in the wet asphalt and leaves cannot penetrate the deeper shadows beside the foot-path. We walk in silence as I think of my childhood, both my […]
When the path leads onward over rocks and crags with only cairns to lead the way our hope of catching the promised view had diminished. We had started in the […]
It’s pathetic really, but I blame our pandemic restriction, having to work from home, I become a villager, walking around the neighborhood watching the same gardens slowly changing from winter […]
It’s been eleven weeks since last I took the subway, dived into the underground, and shared a common space with other travelers. I have not been seated next to strangers […]
“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.” — Albert Einstein
the woes and dreams of a twenty-something with too many feelings
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rejuvenatement - not retirement
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About fantastical places and other stuff
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