Category: Storytelling
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We Are Just Visitors
I wrote this at Deep Bay BC on Vancouver Island one early morning in the summer of 2024. I was alone and I shut my eyes and listened to the world around me as it woke up to greet another day.
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Once
And now I’m old. And that’s a good thing. I get to be old when many of my friends did not. They don’t get to say ‘I was old once.’ and I do.
Tony with a capital T 