“Everything feels very tenuous, just then, and terribly beautiful, as if he is straddling two worlds, the one he came from and the one he is going to.” —Anthony Doer
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Running Home
Close your eyes—and listen. Do you hear it? I hear a thousand brains spinning and processing endless information. I see bloodshot pupils scanning YouTube shorts…
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Friday Night
It’s Friday night. The wind is screaming, and you can hear the hammock crashing against the house. It’s pouring rain – it has been for the last week.…
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Running Scared
What is it called when little things are big things? When children understand more than adults? When the ones pushing and resilient are the ones…
Grace-hallowed Days 