Sometimes it hits harder than you expect. That familiar feeling of shame. Of incompetence and sadness. Of confusion and feeling … More
Category: Costa Rica
Honey and the Moon
The morning sun was seeping through the flimsy maroon curtains; his watch alarm was beeping in the typical, slightly pestering, tone; a … More
The Proclivity to Run
A warm and rough coconut nestled between her hands as the hammock cradled her lithe yet bountiful form. Her skin … More
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