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Personal Journal

Nervous Crossing the Campus

Turns out, my girlfriend was pretty good at match-making when it came to us.

Life is Wild and Beautiful

Life is beautiful and with time, it has a way of leaving its mark on things.

Where to Next?

In the evenings, huddle around the campfire, we’d tell our stories.

Not There. Here.

Spinning inside whirlpools, I see the truth of it: I’m an accidental tourist.

On Weaving Kite String

This photo is one of the threads in the kite string between Dad and me.

Under the Apple Tree

The old crab apple tree has sheltered generations and every apple is like a story.