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On the precipice of the next year, Hilburg had achieved his life-long goal. Twenty-eight rotations around the Sun. That's all it took. Now what? Within life come goals to give it direction. Within the goals comes life to make it a journey. Without a goal, Hilburg was ready

Feelings of the Monastère Notre-Dame de Clémence de La Verne. Graveled stone set inside the mountain bone. Sheltered. Chants storming from the white hoods bring fear to an otherwise peaceful retreat. Yet monks' produce is unthreatening lavender soap and cream. Withered walls reek of centennial dust. As you breathe

Overlooking the seagulls on the golf course in the South of France where I was staying after a friend's wedding. Sandy beaches of Saint Marte were kept by its white-winged groundskeeper. Surprisingly he preferred to walk his keep, thread the soft sawn threads with flappy flat feet. Three

The Crowd's outpour of support evaporated their fear and insecurity. Every clap and genuine smile carried the newlyweds away from the ever-planned schedule close to happiness ready to be harvested. Ceremonies could wait another night. Now the whole party came together bolstered by wine and a plethora of

On the days that make me swivel, when I've done my big thing, in the morning, why do I end up doing absolutely nothing? Just shove food into my throat on the beat of the clock by hour, by minute, by second under the guise called the Rest

In loneliness played a tinsy creature. Fluff fur firmed by the mid and dirt. The creature jumped over the pebbles as if they were mountains, over puddles as if giant lakes. Never knowing more than the forest of fallen branches the furball thought itself a giant. Its world need not