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Sometimes I'm lucky enough to go cool places.

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Mes voyages d'été et un atelier sur le thé japonais traditionnel

On est parti en vacances entre le 29 juin et le 11 juillet, et on s'est eclaté! J'ai arrêté complètement de travailler (incluant tout mes petits projets d'écriture personnels) et décrété que mon

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Summer travels and a traditional Japanese tea workshop

I was on vacation from the 29th of June until the 11th of July — and it was so nice! I was really fortunate to get a bit of travelling done last fall, but

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Jet lag and Paris at night

In which I describe my first two nights wandering throughout Paris, mostly in the XVIe and the Marais so far. Includes shoddy cell phone photos! :D

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Giant sculptures in a big field

On a trip to visit family in the USA, we went to visit Storm King Art Centre, which I'd been wanting to see for ages

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A weekend at Ker Izela

We hop into the car late on Friday evening. A dog, five humans, lots of bags. Another human and two dogs will be joining us the next day up north. We drive through a night punctuated by blurred yellow lights as we get further north, the radio set to the rock station I listened to in high school.

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Journey westward: looking for where the tree takes root

this is freedom. This is the force of faith. Nobody gets what they want. Never again are you the same. The longing is to be pure. What you get is to be changed.

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Burst Like Stars Upon Memories: May Day — May 2nd 2017 in Dublin, Ireland

I wanted real adventures to happen to myself. But real adventures, I reflected, do not happen to people who remain at home: they must be sought abroad. James Joyce Dubliners Dublin My sister

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Walking Paris

Creímos en las sirenas que cantan entre las olas Sus cantos nada nos dieron ni ayer ni ahora Somos los mismos que el viento Nos tiró en las mismas olas Los hijos pobres

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