The Nice Thing About Strangers

Creative Non-Fiction Short Stories. :) Travel, Oldsters, Love, and Compassion.

But It’s a Lovely Sea

And I remember seeing a mess of leaves suddenly go skittering in the wind and into the creek, then floating rapidly down the ocean towards the sea, making me feel a nameless horror even then of “oh my God, we’re all being swept away to sea no matter what we know or say or do.”

-Jack Kerouac. Big Sur.

Somewhere in Iceland

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This entry was posted on April 5, 2012 by in Happiness, Literature, Travel and tagged , , , , , , .

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