“Raindrops and Tubesocks” When I was a kid, I enjoyed being outside in the rain. Not directly, of course, But, huddled in a doorway, or a shed. Breathing dampy. Listening to the regal pitter-pat of raindrops drumming on corrugated roofs, or the splintered plywood…
“Dappled Spectacle” We lived on the second floor growing up. The sounds of neighborhood proximity danced through the screens and curtain sheers on sunny shadowed mornings. The aliveness of the day pulled us out of our sweaty summer beds, and coaxed us out, out….
23 years old girl travelling solo on a motorcycle.
Not just live and let live, but live and help live
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