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Welcome to my blog. I document my adventures in travel, style, and food. Hope you have a nice stay!

gone summering

gone summering

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. What does the night do to us when we sleep with windows open?

. Cold brew + sweetened walnut milk + ice.

. I return to the names of butterflies from last night’s class. Clouded Sulphur, Gray Hairstreak, Pearl Crescent. I hold Fritillary in my mouth, and repeat it over and over.

. To write requires an ego, a belief that what you say matters. Writing also requires an aching curiosity leading you to discover, uncover, what is gnawing at your bones.
~ When Women Were Birds, Terry Tempest Williams

. Abdomen is still swollen and tender, a physical reminder that release does not come easy.

. A wooden house, in a field of wildflowers. A porch. A dog. How many times will I write this before it is true?

. I consider just roasting the entire head of kale.

. The humidity is high and there are books waiting for me on the HOLD shelf and I’d rather not mingle with strangers tonight.

. The smell of soap. 

And so...

And so...

Anoesis

Anoesis