Perplexed by the old year

Perplexed by the old year

I am perplexed. I don’t know whether to define the year that has ended as good or bad for me. Furthermore, I’ve had a lot of bad luck with my health, but great things have happened to me, and I prefer to keep the good stuff.And there has been no room for...
Wet, Fresh, Alive

Wet, Fresh, Alive

Textures are everywhere: The rough edges of a stone wall. The smooth innocence of a baby’s cheek. The sense of touch brings back memories for us. What texture is particularly evocative to you? Wet. Fresh. Alive. Salt water all over me. The sea. I’m feeling the...
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