This spring is no different than last, the one before, and before that, despite anticipating this one with a different form of enthusiasm. I figured that the 'ending' process wouldn't pertain to me this time. That I could slyly avoid it with clear skin and a warm glowing outlook. Alas, I feel as I have the last three months and sad as I have at ( Read more... )

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I move to sleep in the light. The sun is rising over the Mediterranean. I don't wake until late morning.

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