either way.

Maybe it’s the breeze, or my neighbor tinkling on the piano, the notes filtering quietly throwing my open window. Or maybe it’s the prospect of something new––a new continent, new culture, new and explored territory, unfamiliar and enticing––after three years since leaving the last time. Either way, I’m feeling spirited, utterly transcendental, and alive.

South America, I am coming.

If for no other cause, yet for this: that posterity may know we have not, through silence, allowed things to pass away as in a dream.  ––Richard Hooker


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