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Half a Life

  During my drive back and forth to Emmie’s to watch the kids, I listen to a lot of audio books. Words float on the air, in and out of my head like much of those spoken in life. However, now and then a group of words come together to beg me sit up straight,...

His Eyes

  We sat in what was possibly the loveliest, and most romantic, courtyard fine dining atmosphere I’ve ever experienced. Surrounded by tall walls of climbing vines, accented with hanging vintage lanterns, and set to life by literally hundreds of real...