Something tells me that Grant Lawrence’s Adventures in Solitude (Harbour) isn’t going to spur the same kind of Oprah-induced travel frenzy as Elizabeth Gilbert’s 21 book club
The log jam is tall and wide and choosing wrong means we don’t make it home
And a sort of current ran through you when you saw it, a visceral, uncontrollable response. A physical resistance to the silence
That is how one shows true love
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