I just returned from an island.
One side was calm and the sea placid.
Almost too calm – as if the Pacific was just some big lake.
The other side churned.
The wind, relentless, pushed the sea around in dramatic fashion.
It was beautiful, exciting and dangerous.
The water smashed against rocks – not so unbreakable – performing gymnastically, acrobatically, ephemerally.
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On Kale and Daughters
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Rockin' The House
The Unlikely Is Not The Imposible
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The Gospel of Doubt
In The Weeds
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