Why do the first 100 pages of a book disappear in the blink of an eye and yet the next however many hundred pages always seem to go on forever? Whether for better or worse, I’ve encountered this strange phenomenon for what feels like aeons. Whilst I suspect there is probably a psychologically sophisticated answer,Continue reading “Reminiscing”
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Touching Treetops
Sometimes I wonder if the trees ever get tired. To draw on what I consider to be one of the most beautiful sentences ever penned, they are privy to the inexhaustible variety of life. But whether they are, in fact, exhausted by it, as we sometimes may be, is open to pondering. It only occurredContinue reading “Touching Treetops”
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