These days all I've been doing is read. And read and read. And work in between. And dream of unlikely hikes and pray for clear skies. But read, mostly.
I've finished Kafka on the Shore by Haruki Murakami (finally!)...cried over The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini; finished Confessions of an Economic Hit Man by John Perkins (so self-indulgent, Mr.
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