I’m sitting in my, now, favorite corner of the apartment. By the window and the sliding door. I have the southern face of Bell Rock to my left, with Court House Rock right next to Bell, on the east. And to the west, stands Castle Rock. All so beautifully red, splattered with green, and towards…
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The chill of the crisp night embraces my face, it’s the only part of my body that’s exposed. I’m wearing multiple layers. I’m curled up in a sleeping bag, sitting on a small, outside couch underneath a crystalline, cloudless night sky. My favorite and talented photographer interprets the vast darkness of the sky, speckled endless…
"To my ex-husband" she wrote. photo credit: pixels.com
A close reading to: A History of Mary Prince. photo credit: Google
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Para las mujeres que no saben lo que valen. photo credit: bdg
Not all of us can go to a gulf club, some of us remember what today stands for. photo credit: pexels.com
You can try to ignore it as much as you want, but eventually you just have to speak your mind. photo credit: pexels.com
I'm a little behind on my travel blog. In my defense I've been outside doing, more than inside writing. In any case here is the first week!
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As we age, photo credit: bdg
I faced a big trigger recently. After pondering on it, I let my soul write... photo credit: bdg
A Writer on the Road 