Chasing Sunsets - A Metaphor for Living
Pause, breathe, call a friend
I am typing to my favorite music - the sound of rain dancing on palm trees outside my bedroom window. It is a sound I adore that I hear far too infrequently. W.C. Fields and I have that in common. To assuage his insomnia, a garden hose was often propped against his windowpane to recreate the sound of rain, which soothed the beast.
Last night, I witnessed…
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