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Early Morning Train South

Morning train south from Vasa. The air is bright and blue and clean. Talitiainen, the Great Tit, sings its squeaky wheelbarrow song. Trumpeter swans bark overhead. The first day of spring (my lovely daughter's birthday...on the plane home this morning)…

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Vagabond Healing, Perhaps

If I've learned anything about myself in 41 years of living it is this: I am, as my friend Victoria says, the "nomad-wanderer-gypsy-rambler-forever-traveler....." It is just me. It always has been and it always will be. I don’t typically get…

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