I think deeply about people and how they manage collectively or alone to get through a day. To write is to stand naked, talking into the dark, seeking to make sense of life and death.
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Holidays? What holidays?
Holidays? What holidays? Oh right, it’s Christmas. The proof is in the fragrance of pine [...]
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You can’t evict an idea whose time has come.
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