I'm sitting on the mountaintop, my chest heaving with the exertion, my dog half dead beside me, poor thing, I forgot she had such tiny little legs compared to mine. She doesn't seem to mind, though. She crawls up onto my lap and licks at the tender skin that lines my wrist, her tongue crossing …
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When I lean down to smell the wild flowers, their dew soaked petals, soft like velvet, brush up against my lips. It is the sweetest, most fragrant kiss I've ever felt. When I reach out to tangle my fingers in the long grasses of the fields, their blade like leaves cling to my skin. …
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"I myself have seen this woman draw the stars from the sky; she diverts the course of a fast-flowing river with her incantations; her voice makes the earth gape, it lures the spirits from the tombs, sends the bones tumbling from the dying pyre. At her behest, the sad clouds scatter; at her behest, snow …
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The sign above the restaurant says Cafe. Tucked between the frosted mountains, it sits snugly in the valley between a post office, straight from the turn of the century, and a novelty boutique shop full of overpriced nick knacks, custom license plates that never have my name, and bumper stickers with cheesy slogans that begin …
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I guess when I think Travel Blog, I think wild adventures, vast explorations, paramount discoveries. But sometimes, it just means working up the strength to get out of bed in the morning. See, travel is about personal growth, not growing the number of stamps in a passport. It's about the time you spend wandering the …
I love the stars that blanket the sky. Their shimmering surfaces, shrouded in winking flames. Perhaps I love them for the secrets they hold. Born from nebulae, living for millions of years before exploding into a supernova, what a glorious name for death. We become spirits that roam the earth, but they shimmer with the …
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There's a strange movement to mountain towns. Like everything in them is made of thick molasses, trickling slowly in summer, frozen into a solid mass of Amber come first frost. People mull about, scattered loosely along the boarded up lakeside docks, bundled up and smoking cigarettes, the thick smoke mingling with foggy breath. Twinkling lights …
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The Spanish conquistador Juan Ponce de Léon never found the Fountain of Youth, but he left one thing in his wake: a little town in Missouri that bears his namesake, about 30 miles south of Springfield. Located on the banks of a tribute that feeds the James River, the town is lush in greenery, and poor …
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The Wild Heart of Life 