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What about the speed of honey? If we moved at a glacially slow pace, would our days be sweeter? Would we lay on the floor, turn our faces...

sun drenched, coffee stained, just as holy as the first one. Here’s a new morning for our bleary eyes, for our hopeful hearts, for the...

We are sun-kissed, one part salt water, one part watermelon juice running down our chins. At dusk the clouds look like they have...

I am hungry, famished really for a brush with the Divine. I’d take a strong wind, a colorful dream or the feeling of gravity that comes...