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The Place I Love to Go

In the chill of the air I pull my shoulders up and duck my chin under the thickness of the scarf wrapped around my neck. I notice a silver hair–it’s my mother’s scarf. I also notice my sight has retreated into my thoughts and instead of enjoying...

A Bat and Other Distractions

I’ve become greedy with my time. I admit it. I’ve never experienced such blissful solitude as I have these last days on the Island. I find I need little else than hours to think and write without distractions. That’s hard to find in the life I lead....

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