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A Moveable Mirror
In my travels I’ve met the same person a dozen times, in a dozen different bodies with a dozen different names. I’ve met broken children living in adult bodies. I’ve met children with depths of wisdom beyond their years. I’ve met seniors with the same spirit as a child, full of joy and… Read more
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To Dare to live in Rhythm
Recently a gentleman moved in a few doors down. The other day while I was on my way out for errands, after our usual hello’s, he asked me what I did. I answered, “I enjoy reading, swimming, cooking, writing, watching movies.” He laughed and said “I meant for a living, your vehicle doesn’t seem to… Read more
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Up the flag pole
Lately, I find myself contemplating what I’m doing with this blog. I’m not a seasoned writer, but I find myself growing better with practice – as well as reading more. There’s times I’ll sit with a sketch for over a month, critiquing, revisiting, even fighting with it. It surely isn’t for fame, or followers. That… Read more
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Dear citizens of Earth,
I read somewhere once : “To not travel, is to read the same page of a novel over, and over again”. I fully agree with this claim. I am grateful to have been exposed to travel at a young age – leaving a lifelong thirst for adventure. When my schedules hectic – I learned literature… Read more
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Childhood Echoes
Dear Brother, I’ll never forget the day we met. It was third-grade recess, and a few kids had decided I was an easy target — shy, insecure, heavier then the rest – with a speech impediment to boot. You saw what was happening and shut it down in a heartbeat. Whatever you said, or did… Read more