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- RT @Image_Journal: "What a weak, womanly character." Re-thinking Milan Kundera's novel The Unbearable Lightness of Being: http://t.co/OxtmY… 12 hours ago
- "All that any one talks about any more is their gear...Without an interior life, you might as well… instagram.com/p/4wUz3XusDm/ 1 day ago
- Awesome hike to the lookout tower at Devil's Head. Met Ranger Bill Ellis, this is his 31st summer… instagram.com/p/4udauvOsKl/ 2 days ago
We danced to the old music, convinced we have nothing, really. Nothing but ourselves. Ours was not a dance of steps but rather containment, a dancing in place. We danced in the arc of memory, safe, swaying to the dream of both men and angels, the only dream really: that something may remain.