From my windows on this hill, Fidalgo Bay, green islands, pale blue sky and, far off, Koma Kulshan, crowned with […]
Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror.Only press on: no feeling is final. —Rilke I read that tens of thousands of
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When the grandfather dies there are tears of sadness from his family. Why is this? If he has led a
If you were Gidget or Gigi or Glorianne from Kansas, you might kick both feet up behind like a miniature
Happiness is a ball after which we runwherever it rolls, and we push it withour feet when it stops. —Johann Wolfgang