Tag: writing
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Introspection
On Boxing Day in Newfoundland. I start without ceremony or expectation, all wet sticks, newspaper bits, and saw cuts. I am lethargy and intention, watching broad swaths of sun coat the backs of mountains. I sit roughly, collapsed against black metal, smoking furtively, beckoning commitment not yet mustered. Around me, anxious possibilities swirl, whispering sweater…
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People are Interesting
This is sure to last all of about 1 day, but welcome to my attempt to write a little bit more frequently. There’s a cliché out there that says that writing is like a muscle, the more you exercise it the easier it is to do. I’m not entirely sure that this is necessarily true, but if…
Adam Fearnall 