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They claimed that books were obsolete, a strainto keep, a home for spiders, dust and moldwe trusted traces, texts in clouds, not drain of ink on paper from the days […]
They claimed that books were obsolete, a strainto keep, a home for spiders, dust and moldwe trusted traces, texts in clouds, not drain of ink on paper from the days […]
Writing about living in two places (and times)
Poems & Stories from The Author Stew
practising for a whole life
haikai poetry matters
Running in the slow lane
The view from here ... Or here!
“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.” — Albert Einstein
chronicling my quarter life crisis
Now we see through a glass, darkly