Everything and Nothing: On being asked to describe where I live...
My booted feet cross the threshold, one foot after the other, the warmth of the house behind me and a promising chill ahead of me.
The grey skies tell tales of rain to come, the cold breeze silently concurs. My feet appear to have a mind of their own and I am led to follow.
I feel the…
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Friday, January 7th, 2011
