Books
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Coffee or Tea?
The rutted path leads to the comfort of the barn. Continue reading
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My “coffee-thing”
It rests in my mouth like the bitter taste of burned coffee. Continue reading
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Friday Notes
“When did you become like this?” asked the master. Continue reading
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Of poets.
I can’t explain things like that….it seems to happen to me a lot. Continue reading
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The last best place.
When you find your place, take note. You’ve made an important discovery. Continue reading
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A note on schedule and thoughts on re-posts.
Thoughts from a hammock in Antigua, Guatemala. Continue reading
...the house I live in... 