by Kathryn deBros  She wandered lonely as a cloud….the words echoed in her mind like song lyrics without a melody. Lonely as a cloud. She floated through the aisles of the supermarket, as if a mere reflection on the bright linoleum floors. Lonely as a cloud. She passed through the cosmetics section and touched a glass bottle… Click to read.

Milk and Honey

  She wandered lonely as a cloud….the words echoed in her mind like song lyrics without a melody. Lonely as a cloud. She floated through the aisles of the supermarket, as if a mere reflection on the bright linoleum floors. Lonely as a cloud. She passed through the cosmetics section and touched a glass bottle…

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by Emma HarperIt’s the Year of the Hedonist and though my expat friends tell me that the “lost generation” phenomenon is an American one, it looks to me like the whole world is filled with volcanoes and people dance on them everyplace. Out here there are more scotches than sheep and more sheep than books and more… Click to read.

The Year of the Hedonist

It’s the Year of the Hedonist and though my expat friends tell me that the “lost generation” phenomenon is an American one, it looks to me like the whole world is filled with volcanoes and people dance on them everyplace. Out here there are more scotches than sheep and more sheep than books and more…

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