Like Phoenix I rise
From the ashes of our life
And wonder, what next?
We had something good
thought I was done with new starts
The joke was on me
Each year brings joy, grief
Never in equal measures
This year, more joy, please.
Like Phoenix I rise
From the ashes of our life
And wonder, what next?
We had something good
thought I was done with new starts
The joke was on me
Each year brings joy, grief
Never in equal measures
This year, more joy, please.
“In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.” Albert Camus
Doodles of a distracted historian
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Some of these thoughts may make sense. But don't count on it.
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No, you don't just get over it.
Life is confounding. So is death (as observed by a mere mortal).
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5 cities. 6 women. 1 blog. infinite ideas.
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Amen!
Beautiful.
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