It’s hot.

It’s hot.

It’s hot. I keep draping in a Daliesque flop in various corners around the house. I’d like to feel that my melting was as elegant as Dali’s clocks. It is not. I’m sticky & frustrated. I feel like I’m back in Asia except there, air conditioning offers regular...
Distant horizons beckon.

Distant horizons beckon.

Distant horizons beckon. I do not know where I will land if indeed I land in any one place. I yearn for the open road. The moon strokes silver across the waters painting a path to unexplored places. Their beacon-white glow beckons me to new adventures. Two days of...

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