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Even Angels Fall
Drifting in, clutching at, awed by, life.
31 Jul 2020
The Garden of Morning Calm
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This is where I sat on the 31st of December 2019 and reflected upon the year I had had. It had been the toughest yet for my career and in...
26 Jul 2019
Sound of the River
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It's a dark night, and it's raining outside. Gentle rain that sounds like a thousand tiny rasps on the tent, as if requesting me to ...
17 Apr 2019
I
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I Sat in an air-conditioned , new 4x4, I looked outside in awe. The rugged mountains, sculpted by God on a lazy afternoon. After marveling...
18 Oct 2018
Eyes that speak
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She sits across from me. Her eyes will occasionally meet mine, then travel. At first, they will look at her feeble fingers wringing on her...
I have been here before, just not here.
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I had what most would call a dream job for about 5 months this year. I was excited. I talked about it constantly. It was like being paid to ...
6 Sept 2018
Coming back home
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In more ways than one, I am coming back home. I have been away working in the Maasai Mara as an Assistant Director for a company that doe...
5 Sept 2018
What a 23 year old me wrote -- Life
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Life is what you wish you had but you don't. It is what you see from a far and yearn for, or in some cases, actually pursue it dili...
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