where my wild heart lies

and you will always find me seeking, pursuing, and wanting that beautiful place- where my wild heart lies free there are gentle echoes of debussy a warm breeze that cushions my feet and a bright sky that illuminates with such veracity I am unable to see past the light but I am not afraid I…

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Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD): A Photo Essay

An essay in prose and verse format on travelling and depression.

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