Rogam/Valbone
I kept going down the hill and eventually the boy on the horse caught up with me and passed me. He said his house was just a little bit further down and I told ...
I kept going down the hill and eventually the boy on the horse caught up with me and passed me. He said his house was just a little bit further down and I told ...
I am lost wherever I go. Perpetually lost. I never have any clue where I’m going. Ever. But I guess it goes beyond not knowing where I’m going, but ...
Here are notes from my journal entry that I wrote (mostly) in transit from Prague to Grand Rapids December 21 and 22: Once again, travel days make for the best ...