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Defining horizons

The memory and the dream are one and the samea phantom limb that I would break my own…
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Mediterranean (from Tarifa to you)

I watch the weather where I was and where I want to be; too cold for summer, too hot for winter, too comfortable to be close to anywhere ...
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Embers eternal

Embers eternal but we’re a ways from raging with the fire Roll another one and take me back…
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No Canto?

To avoid confusion, I generally insist that English is my native language. I received all of my education in English, it’s what we spoke in my family growing up and it’s what we speak now. But technically, it’s not my first language. What would happen if I were to relearn my first language? What might that unlock?
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What have you done for the first time this year?

Five firsts for 2016 I have a friend who, at the age of 29, saw, smelled and heard the sea for the first time. And then, for his 30th birthday, he went ten pin bowling for the first time. Which got me thinking: is this what my life has come to? Is there, as Solomon laments, nothing new under the sun for me? What significant “firsts” have I experienced this year? I racked my brains and they are few but fine ...
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My biography, as told by my booze

A personal atlas of alcohol. Before you get the wrong impression, this post is not about booze-filled nights from my backpacking days. It's an anthology of anecdotes and memories, linked by a common theme: alcoholic beverages. My discovery of different drinks parallels some important memories. These are what I'd like to share with you. So let me take you from my childhood, all around the world and back home again. In this brief autobiography, I'll let the alcohol do the talking.
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Seeya, Sydney

You cried the day I left. Well, I like to think grey skies and rain spattered across the…