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Marching Forth

It’s always¬†true. When you just get outside,¬†something magical will always happen.

I almost didn’t go out. There was the knitting. The couch. The warm wood stove. 401 more words



Sometimes this time of year makes me a little weepy. And it’s often related to hearing music. No, not the silly stuff from the radio that I like to torture the family with, but the music that captures something haunting and quiet and dark and lonely (e.g. 610 more words


~in the darkness~

I’ve been thinking a lot about mistakes and accidents lately. These unexpected events that happen all of our lives, wild cards of chance or fate or karma or just one moment of our own inattention or thoughtlessness. 478 more words