I dearly–

–want to fly (metaphorically’s good, but literally would be much better), I want see a beautiful dawn break over Hudson bay someday; bonus if those happen at the same time.

Places aren’t as important as people. Not even close.

If I have not love, I am nothing. I may have wisdom and perception, I may give all of myself to others, but if I have not love, I am nothing.

A cup of coffee from the service station can be really just right in all its icky flavor and complicated texture. Other times, it really is just nasty, better just go for a coke.

Book-writing is likely in my future.

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