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selfie sticks | William Pearse | pinklightsabre

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Writing is learning to see in the dark. Tag Archives: selfie sticks. No Wi-Fi in the Alps. August 12, 2015. Ventured out for our first family getaway to Rothenburg ob der Tober. Took the 81 toward Untergruppenbach, then the 6 toward München, the 7 to Ülm. Espoused our strategy for spending money in the middle of a cobblestone street when … Continue reading →. Hiking in the alps. No Country for Old Men. The nature of art. William Pearse publishes memoir, travel journals, and poetry. Follow Blog via Email.

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Writing is learning to see in the dark. Sunday’s solemn features. May 24, 2016. We got back to our vitamins, raw almonds, coconut milk — shopping for the best price on gas, how the clouds cling to the hills on a Sunday morning, the treetops tucked in, gone back to sleep. Even though it’s … Continue reading →. Fortune presents gifts not according to the book. May 20, 2016. Fantastic Erratic: on muses, flow, and writing in spurts. May 19, 2016. The heart lies somewhere I can’t reach. April 26, 2016. Some o...

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They scratched their names on the stones, in the trees | William Pearse | pinklightsabre

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Writing is learning to see in the dark. First day of school in Germany. No Wi-Fi in the Alps →. They scratched their names on the stones, in the trees. August 11, 2015. Last night I dreamt I met one of my favorite singers and gave a toast for him, got to see him for how he was as a kid, his eyes and freckles real to me, locked on mine, listening. I said he was someone I knew so well before I got to meet him in person, I knew him first through his records, and what he made. Are you just passing through?

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No Wi-Fi in the Alps | William Pearse | pinklightsabre

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Writing is learning to see in the dark. They scratched their names on the stones, in the trees. How the rock bands formed the Alps →. No Wi-Fi in the Alps. August 12, 2015. Ventured out for our first family getaway to Rothenburg ob der Tober. Took the 81 toward Untergruppenbach, then the 6 toward München, the 7 to Ülm. Espoused our strategy for spending money in the middle of a cobblestone street when the kids asked about the toy store:. Sounds good, we’ll see. No Country for Old Men. In bed on the lapto...

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Germany | William Pearse | pinklightsabre

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Writing is learning to see in the dark. Snow song from a train heading north. February 23, 2016. Sideways snow outside the window, all of us bundled with our gadgets, our books, our friends, the din of soft German going through tunnels, beneath bridges, the ivy, the vines, the limbs cut to the nub: I sit on the train and … Continue reading →. February 16, 2016. October 3, 2015. The logic of the bells. August 25, 2015. Sing a song of sixpence. No Wi-Fi in the Alps. August 12, 2015. Hiking in the alps.

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Cormac McCarthy | William Pearse | pinklightsabre

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Writing is learning to see in the dark. Tag Archives: Cormac McCarthy. No Wi-Fi in the Alps. August 12, 2015. Ventured out for our first family getaway to Rothenburg ob der Tober. Took the 81 toward Untergruppenbach, then the 6 toward München, the 7 to Ülm. Espoused our strategy for spending money in the middle of a cobblestone street when … Continue reading →. Hiking in the alps. No Country for Old Men. The nature of art. They scratched their names on the stones, in the trees. August 11, 2015. The psych...

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Rothenburg od Tober | William Pearse | pinklightsabre

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Writing is learning to see in the dark. Tag Archives: Rothenburg od Tober. No Wi-Fi in the Alps. August 12, 2015. Ventured out for our first family getaway to Rothenburg ob der Tober. Took the 81 toward Untergruppenbach, then the 6 toward München, the 7 to Ülm. Espoused our strategy for spending money in the middle of a cobblestone street when … Continue reading →. Hiking in the alps. No Country for Old Men. The nature of art. William Pearse publishes memoir, travel journals, and poetry. August 28, 2016.

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9th & Hennepin | William Pearse | pinklightsabre

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Writing is learning to see in the dark. Tag Archives: 9th and Hennepin. They scratched their names on the stones, in the trees. August 11, 2015. Dawn took the side of the bed my mom once slept in and that left me the side that was John’s. I’d sometimes look in on him sleeping before we flew back home, but wouldn’t wake him, it was easier … Continue reading →. No Country for Old Men. The meaning of existence. The nature of art. This is a long drive for someone with nothing to think about. August 28, 2016.

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traveling with kids | William Pearse | pinklightsabre

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Writing is learning to see in the dark. Tag Archives: traveling with kids. They packed the gaps with sand and mud. January 24, 2016. Old, half-timbered houses with uneven beams buckling and bent into one another like two drunks steadying themselves. Everything on its side, lead pipe handrails caught in their footings, ivy-choked trees. Pale morning birdsong, footpaths leading down the valley ending in … Continue reading →. Rattle my bones all over the stones. December 6, 2015. 8216;No hard shoulder’.

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William Pearse | pinklightsabre | Writing is learning to see in the dark | Page 2

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Writing is learning to see in the dark. Newer posts →. The pink question mark of chance. August 14, 2016. I asked Dawn if she wants to pet the dog to please do it outside because she’s shedding again and I have to vacuum like every day, and though it’s only the den, it fills the canister in just one go and I marvel at how much hair comes out, an old man’s beard or handlebar mustache, a cartoon capitalist with a top hat and cane. The kids slept over at Beth’s last night and Dawn and I went to our fa...