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the scariest dragons and the the fiercest giants usually turn out to be no more than windmills. There was a period in my life when I seemed to be perpetually on the move, either on the road or stationed on an oil rig in some remote location. My friends would frequently inquire, "Where are you?" or "Where are you now?" Initially, my responses were straightforward, mentioning I was near one small town or another. However, I quickly realized they rarely knew where these little towns were. I often found myself explaining that I was "somewhere between" one major city and another, like being somewhere between Laredo and San Antonio. As time went on, I started to inject a bit of humor and my own observations into my replies. This playful approach to answering a simple question gradually evolved into what you see on this page today. * Remembering a First Kiss * Feeling at Home * Having a Dream * Softly Whispering * Fondly Remembering the Past I am somewhere between fondly remembering the past and passionately moving toward the future. she was fond of speaking in hyperboles, of small animals (cats and dogs mostly), of flowers, of soft kisses, of iced coffee (cafe americano with four pumps of white mocha), of jogging, of keeping secrets, but mostly she was fond of... I am somewhere between remembering a first kiss and feeling my heart break piece by piece. |
THE LETTERS
Where I share the latest tidbits about a book I've been writing, a project that's close to my heart. It tells the story of a friendship that spans decades, exploring the lives of two characters deeply connected to each other. This narrative unfolds through intimate written letters, offering a window into their thoughts and experiences.
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