not drowning

The art of not drowning

The art of not drowning If I didn’t stay present, I would drown. At least that’s how it felt at age forty-nine as I crawled my way across a four-foot-deep

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Time Out

“The world comes first; it’s older, tougher, more subtle and more magnificent that anything made from language. So when I go wandering from the desk, I’m not avoiding work, as

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