I was about 9 years old when I was walking thru a frozen forest, shouldered my pellet gun, and discovered the great transformative silence of death... Read More
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Arrival to Varanasi: Fall 2014
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I was welcomed to the City of Light this year by a cycle rickshaw ride from the train station that was a nice change from... Read More
Simple Man goes for breakfast
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It was 8:57 when the young waitress held the door open for the simple man to enter. They said very little to each other as... Read More
Routine of Danger
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This morning I read that smokers wish to die at least as much as they wish to live. I wonder about that as I sit... Read More