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Because I Could Not Stop for Death . . .
There’s nothing clever in this blog post. If you’re in the mood for clever, click to the next blog on your list. No harm, no foul. I want to be careful not to cloud this message in a flurry of metaphors or a pile of prose. The word on my heart is best delivered straight …[ read more ]
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The Broken, Bloody Truth
Today I’m thinking about how quickly things can come apart, how little it takes to unravel something it took years to create, how with one little click we can delete the work of a lifetime, with a single bad choice, undo the good of many right ones. Maybe I’ve overdosed on the Olympics – that …[ read more ]