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Walk on the Beach

Against the bluest sky I shield my eyes from the sun to see the gulls drop oysters from above, letting gravity do the work of cracking them open

March 30, 2026 · 2 min read

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Letters from the Ashram - A Short Story

Before Danny, a widower of three years, needed a change. He and Norma had been together for 45 years—a marriage that felt like a rollercoaster

January 7, 2025 · 19 min read