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A path is a funny thing. The dictionary defines it as a “trodden way” or as a “track constructed...
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A path is a funny thing. The dictionary defines it as a “trodden way” or as a “track constructed...
I needed, for months after he died, to remember our rooms— some lit by the trivial, others ample with...
Throw Yourself Like Seed – by Miguel de Unamuno
, , Adversity, Grief, Holding On, Poetic Words, Transformation, Trauma
Throw Yourself Like Seed Shake off this sadness, and recover your spirit; Sluggish you will never see the wheel...