It’s day two in the West Fjords and the views continue to take my breath away.
Remember those dizzying heights and unpaved roads I thought I had avoided?…they showed up today. 401 more words
Paper clippings create my new identity. I suppose my previous identity was composed of clippings of one kind or another anyway. My family, friends, and I created the glue that held it all together, but the individual scraps came from any number of places. 381 more words