Somewhere over Montana perhaps. We were westward bound and flew under this north/south contrail. It felt close enough to touch.
Some of the best in life feels close enough to touch but may forever remain out of reach.
My journey through depression and anxiety
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In our BSB (Big Silver Box) all over the west coast
The Art and Craft of Blogging
My emotional baggage is packed with food
for words and all who love them.
Cracking Spines and Breaking Binds: A Book Blog to Curl Up WIth.
library leaders dropping knowledge
Bitch, be cool. Do you. This is life. Keep figuring it out.
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