Happiness is a fickle wafting breeze that blows through my mind and pushes out the dark of pain.
Photo by Thom Milkovic on Unsplash October 19, 2020 Having a conversation with an online friend. “You can’t seek happiness,” he said....
Happiness is a fickle wafting breeze that blows through my mind and pushes out the dark of pain.
I never had him.
I relish those occasional serendipitous, rejuvenating, and life affirming casual encounters. Life is good. Truly.
Next time the world comes around, hop on Coco!
The ENM seminarian. Hmmmm…
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And this is the privilege of academia.
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