Emerald Isle

A bird may love a fish and honestly, it never really mattered where they lived, because when you love someone that's all that really matters... 

…where will you live?

I flew a two-seat airplane when I was 23. Not by myself, mind you, that would have been disastrous, but I did fly an airplane. Nothing quite comes close to the feeling of flying. When the world slowly but surely becomes smaller and in a way you start feeling smaller too, insignificant even. You're not... Continue Reading →

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