A change is coming, winds are blowing. Roots one knew one had but never realized how adaptive they could be, are forming around this change, roots to hold one still in the midst of the storm. A change is coming.
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Let’s say a guy named Fred is attracted to a woman named Martha. He asks her out to a movie; she accepts; they have a pretty good time. A few nights later he asks her out to dinner, and again they enjoy themselves. They continue to see each…
I have missed writing. So much more than I ever thought possible. I haven’t laid a pen to paper since Attika passed away. No wonder I felt that I had lost a bit of myself during the last two years. I was moving my stuff today as I prepare for my post-graduate life, and I found […]