Saturday, November 25, 2017

Writing, With A View

I am at a wonderful coffeehouse in a small town about an hour from Tacoma. My view is a small, calm bay overlooking hills, dotted with trees holding onto the last shades of fall. I am working on an essay. I will stop now to do some grading. I breath, look out over the water. Life is good.

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