August 2011
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“Life is either a daring adventure or nothing at all. Security is mostly a...”
– Helen Keller
[my ramblings on] August
Those were the quiet times, heavy with promise, like the moments before a summer storm when the senses zing alongside the changes in the air. In the hours before twilight, one’s state of transience seemed most palpable. Anything felt possible and yet nothing mattered; the golden hue’s kiss breathed hope, and then vanished again, until the next evening when it would return, its...
