A greeting, a wish

Something we were withholding made us weak
Until we found out that it was ourselves

—Robert Frost
May the gift we give be the beauty that is ourselves, the way Jesus did.

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Reflections after reading The Beach by Alex Garland

Notes on 'Arsenic and old lace' and the insane

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The secret to a good story

Dwell

The dearth of middle-aged heroines

Days left

Disjointed