- this is a tale of striking out alone - learning to dance with fear, to march barefoot and bold, and to trade comfort for wild and brutal dreaming and living. It's about wishing and hoping, longing and trying, and whatever I choose to write about in between. It's about social justice and the struggle between marveling at the beauty of life and opening my eyes to hell.
Monday, July 9, 2012
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Bronwyn and I - shortly after tipping the moto dangerously to the left
and burning a sizable chunk of my leg - but the sky is still a brilliant
blue
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