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I now observe, with my growing age, patterns in my life. Years go by in flashes of soft white; between snow and sand.

A short essay pulled from Virginia Woolf's madness and my own influenza

I have been 24 years old for exactly a week now.

秋に、必ず月見します。

Seasons don't fear the Reaper.

A Bahamas Tale

In our parents, we see our past, present and future.

À mes chers amis, qui ont façonné dans mon coeur un chez-moi pour toujours.