I grow a beard every year, from the first of winter, to the first of spring. It’s a reminder that even though I live somewhere without black and white seasons, the days still pass.

Easy to get lost in all this sun.

There's More. 1987 posts across 17 years. It's a lot of content, so I put together some of my favorites all in one place. If you’re new here, it’s a great place to start.
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