Vacillating between excitement and anxiety each and every day as I anticipate my departure. Walking through my place, empty of most personal effects, the remaining couch my office with piles of papers, books, magazines, and lists of calls, contacts, I think of jet lag. Someone will meet me on the tarmac with papers and cash-Casablanca sans rain.
ODYSSEY
The Kirkegaardian Leap
Sunday, August 5, 2012
Wednesday, July 4, 2012
Celebrate in French
Bonjour,
Ca va? J'ecrit les mots dan le matin, quatre juillet. Je reste chez moi.
A bientot...
Ca va? J'ecrit les mots dan le matin, quatre juillet. Je reste chez moi.
A bientot...
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