Three Miles Wide Two Inches Deep 
Greetings from my house...
Time has readjusted it’s flow. My two weeks away were easily worth four. Yet this week seems to have been stolen by routine.
If I don’t stop to punctuate the week it would consist only of pot stirring, thumb scrolls, and dishwasher loads.
When you remember a forgotten truth, or learn something new, log, blog or journal these moments.
This is the only way…
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