Tag Archives: moving on


I haven’t written since the first half of August, for a whole month. Mainly because during my Sicilian holiday, I kept a paper-based journal. So whatever happened on that trip is in there. The key thing is that the whole … Continue reading

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Sometimes it’s okay. Sometimes it really sucks.

This is my walk through the desert now. For the last time I have been attracted by the fata morgana that I dreamed and hoped would provide me with the most wonderful delicious water and fruit and shade and happiness … Continue reading

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