There is a freight train shrieking in my bedroom. It’s the only explanation that makes any sense when I am thrust awake by the most horrible noise at an ungodly hour.
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Continue reading The Death of Sleep and Falling PicklesLike Mother Teresa, only better.
Nature needs Nurture
Kreativ text, annorlundaskap, dikter, bipolaritet, aspergers syndrom, samhällsdebatt
sober woman • nomadic living
Happiness is Baseball
My watercolour paintings of people, animals and places. And my art experiments in different watercolor techniques
Never let a manuscript do nothing but eat its head off in a drawer.
Like Mother Teresa, only better.
Nature needs Nurture
Kreativ text, annorlundaskap, dikter, bipolaritet, aspergers syndrom, samhällsdebatt
sober woman • nomadic living
Happiness is Baseball
My watercolour paintings of people, animals and places. And my art experiments in different watercolor techniques
Never let a manuscript do nothing but eat its head off in a drawer.
Looking forward...from back here, a journey through the second half
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The Wanderings and wonderings of a sentient cloud.
Watercolor paintings
The natural world, life, and dogs.
Running and life: thoughts from a runner who has been around the block
A place where I let it all hang out.
there's plenty more where the first year came from
