So this is me, then.

Fragment 1.  The wood I gather from many different places. I find it in forests, on hills and beaches. There are no prerequisites for what makes a piece of wood suitable; it might be its texture, shape, or the contours of its extremities. Some, for example, curve out and away, like a curl of hair,... Continue Reading →

Journey

When was the beginning? At times, in recovery, it seems important to pinpoint the exact moment when things began to change. It is often the lowest point we mark as a beginning, what many refer to as 'rock bottom', but it wasn't like that for me. For me the real change began just before dawn... Continue Reading →

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