No surprise here, but given I was in the backcountry for the last week, I didn’t read or watch anything. And because of a series of tiny calamities, I didn’t have any way to listen to music or reflect on photos or in fact reflect on my physical self, aside from gazing down into puddles. I didn’t have anything but my morning pages notebook, which for rea…
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