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  • Fully Human

    I’ve seen that image, again. She sits alone (you could not get any more alone) at her husband’s funeral and we all just sit here and shake our heads, because what else is there to do? I’m speaking of the… Continue reading

  • Heart Broken

    My skin is peeled, once more, and I am flesh on open bone. Why is it that darkness must be, in order for light to be known? Why is loss needed to highlight the beauty of having had? Why is… Continue reading

  • Tasmania. Contrast. Grateful.

    Tasmania is beautiful. And that feeling of being outside of your life, even just for a little while, is so intriguing and lovely, it’s no wonder humanity clings to the promise of the odd holiday, every now and then. The… Continue reading