Moving Moods
A few days of my life recently were mostly just cycling. Endless, painful, boring cycling.
Read more "Moving Moods"A few days of my life recently were mostly just cycling. Endless, painful, boring cycling.
Read more "Moving Moods"It was only the second time I’d flown alone, but already I felt careless and free. Normally the idea of chatting to a stranger would be terrifying, but this wasn’t normal. I was on a plane, heading somewhere different, alone. If I was brave enough to get on the plane in the first place, I would sure as hell be brave enough to talk to a stranger for a little while.
Read more "The Stowaway"The ocean, visible behind the plaza, stretches out endlessly, a shifting background of perfect blues that never quite settle. The world looks so big from here, or the ocean does at least.
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