Twenty-Nine and Counting
I carry a nostalgia the rest of the day that aches from the reality that some lives have been lived and some friendships have blurred.
I carry a nostalgia the rest of the day that aches from the reality that some lives have been lived and some friendships have blurred.
I learned that a tree marked with a robe was not just a special tree chosen by a monk—these trees were monks.
I awoke to our driver speaking in an urgent and concerned tone while tapping the horn.