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Here you will find stories from my travels near and far that I wish to share. Perhaps there is something you can learn from them, or perhaps this is a waste of time because everything I say you already know. Regardless, I believe everyone has a story to tell and to tell through eyes that do not see the same as their neighbor. Warning: I do like to write in a fictitious style that is layered in truth. Which part is the truth and which part is fabricated will be for you to decide.
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I see the kid in the red pullover jacket sitting alone at a table, with nothing but a water bottle covered in a motley array of stickers and a journal. Their head is bowed, and they scribble furious, ripping pages here and there in frustration. One such paper flies my way, the wind carrying itContinue reading “Blank Postcard #17”
Time passes as it always does; either too fast in which we beg for it to stop and slow down, dreading what the day, week, month, or year brings us or dreading what we may miss as something grows and changes as it is supposed to, or too slow in which we beg to hastenContinue reading “Postcard #32: The Wild of West Virginia”
“Do you ever have a dream, a dream so wild and wonderful that you can hang onto the pieces and put them together like a puzzle, completing a full story?” the young me doesn’t look up from what they are doing. They found a piece of chalk and were scratching into the pavement, the blueContinue reading “Blank Postcard #16”
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