The Calculus of Presence
First thing, let me tell you what that picture does not mean. You probably think it’s a seductively poppy pic posted to entice you to read some clatter about confronting your fears, about doing something…
First thing, let me tell you what that picture does not mean. You probably think it’s a seductively poppy pic posted to entice you to read some clatter about confronting your fears, about doing something…
It was already hot at eleven, and even though he’d only been plowing a short while Fairly left the long field to rest under the lunch tree letting George and Ross wander and eat grass…