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The Pemi.

You know when you start talking about something that means a lot to you, or writing about it or just thinking about it and you literally feel a weight of emotion over your heart? Pulsing in your ribcage and tightening your throat, filling you with a warmth of sorrow, or joy, or both… All I …

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{adventure}

I’m sitting here watching my ceramic cup of coffee steam and billow before me and the sunlight of New England stream out onto wooden floors that are older than my great-great grandfather, the floors of a family run bakery, which is just down the street from where my brother works. I wonder what these floors …

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Why I Write.

Well I’ve been writing on my little corner of the internet for 6 months today. It’s hard to believe. I started this blog in order to have a space to share my thoughts, make writing a habit and hopefully encourage and inspire others. I wasn’t sure what to expect, I didn’t have a format besides …