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“We stumble through memory and youth like tourists in a forgotten town.”

What is it you would like to say?
 Say it, for this is the world’s end.

Reflections and realities

Look! These are just the fringes of his ways; Only a faint whisper has been heard of him!

In the quiet before the day begins in Santa Fe, Today truth stirs like restless horses.

The memory of the righteous one is due for a blessing,

The sea is cold, but it contains the hottest blood of all.

We went looking for a fix and found a little more of ourselves instead.

“Adventure is just bad planning.”
—Roald Amundsen

Not all wealth is counted in coin. Some of it is the warmth of a late sun, the company of a soul, and the hush between crickets and stars.