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My hands are cold. I setup shop on the terrace this afternoon and have been working outside wrapped in a blanket ever since. Finn has been running around the deck, jumping in and out of the planters as if he were training for the Cat Olympics. He gave me a minor heart attack when he dashed […]
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in some ways i feel as if i’ve been reading Shantaram for an eternity, as if like Lin I too have been on an ardurous journey to self-enlightenment. the passages, read intermittently, take on episodic flash fiction like qualities. they become stories within chapters within stories. in the rest stops along the way I have […]
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