My body has forgotten you, forgotten all.
My mind, though tired of hating, hates you still.
But to my soul you are an early dawn,
And sunlit meadows where I may not run.
Adult ADHD from a first-person perspective
The Online Journal of a Professional Musician and Accidental Urban Farmer
A common ground for literature.
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Self-therapy through riding and writing
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Exploring the spidery corners of a culture and the weird stuff that tourist brochures ignore.
Art • Nature • Exploration
A thoughtful habitat
God even loves gulls.
A few humor columns, thoughts on grammar and even exclamation points!
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The Misadventures of an American Expat and His Wife in Germany
lover of books, writer of tales
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English-Language Thoughts
That is such a perfect analogy 🙂
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Wow! You packed a lot into four little lines…and so beautifully said, too!
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