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I can’t breathe deep enough to do it justice. What is it about this time of year that makes me so hopeful? What am I putting my hope in when I know that pretty soon the snow is going to fly? Continue reading
I think our society has made a norm out of isolating ourselves in unnaturally empty boxes with only a couple of other humans within reach. And we don’t even know what we’re missing. Continue reading