In the left-hand seat sat the antithesis of Sir Quixote. My driver was a stout, young man hewn directly from the heartlands of America. He looked more like Sancho.
I needed something light and fine,
Like vinegar made from red wine,
And an extra virgin olive oil,
To flavor blessings from the soil.
Embracing imperfection with faith, flannel, & fresh air
Faith saved us from the savages that we were, losing faith makes us savages again
Often Misunderstood
An Open Mic & Poetry Show
I speak my heart out.
Award-winning Author, Veteran
We Survived and Arrived - Now as Warriors We Thrive
A trip through life with fingers crossed and eternal optimism.
A journey into the labyrinth of my sceptical mind.
Passionate Teacher and Future Children's Author
Philosophy is all about being curious, asking basic questions. And it can be fun!
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