If other people can look through a mud puddle and see the big blue ocean with fancy ships that carry men and women whose ambitions and hopes soar above the big blue sky, perhaps I can try to gaze at a pool of muck and see a vessel occupied by the old and the young whose dreams and aspirations are as broad as the subterranean sapphire of an ocean.

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Abril

Abril

Sharing my own stories and those of others I’ve met along life’s highways. As Dostoevsky said, “But how could you live and have no story to tell?”