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68 Days in the South of France. Saturday, September 17, 2011. The transition back to America was almost too easy; it felt like I had never even left home to begin with. My life just seamlessly picked up where it had left off, and continued as if nothing had ever happened, as if the most amazing summer of my life never even existed. Yet the memories I formed in France have not stopped racing through my mind. I cannot forget how I was just.
When you Wake up and Find the World Restless. LOST to be Solved? .
Wednesday, August 22, 2012. I describe the dry leaf aroma, then the wet leaf and then lead into the flavor of the tea itself and the kind of sensation it leaves the drinker with. What is past is past, now is now and later will come. One step at a time.
Saturday, November 12, 2016. And you know what, they might be right. I might be screaming at the top of my lungs into an abyss of nothingness where my words will dissipate and float away without anyone ever hearing them. Why do I feel the need to speak out about it? Because ignoring it and refusing to acknowledge it is.