Life remains a blessing, although you cannot bless

This is me. I write, cook, read, and watch. I don't fit into a box and I like that. Life is a dialogue and I'm only one voice; come at me.

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This is April. Get it together, #flx. #smh (at Finger Lakes National Forest)

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We make brunch

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April, come she will. (at Stewart Park)

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Sometimes ya gotta pose with repurposed, soulless, zombified iconoclasts of Paganism Past.

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This happens too if it's more your thing. #runsearch2016

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Hey Ithaca friends, who is going to be my summer running partner? These views come standard. #nofilter (at Stewart Park)

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Those #flx #sunsets tho. (at Aurora Inn)

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Molly said she wanted a "warm" salad and so we made a salmon wedge with bacon and homemade Caesar. It's so good.

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This is my yearly post wishing to throw down with the spectre of Ruisdael. Get at me, The Dutch. #sacreconversazione (at Aurora Inn)

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#stilllife in #domesticity

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My very favorite running/hiking/swimming/sunbathing/life partner (four-legged division). Photo credit: @mheslin14 (at Ithaca, New York)

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Beige on bae in beige

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You don't know swag

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What will reveal itself in you when you give up the ghost? #FLXgothic (at Aurora Inn)

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Lobster mousse benedict because wednesday #homemade #eatlite @mheslin14 (at Ithaca, New York)

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The departed create of us, cathedrals; we are the revenant, the reliquary, we are monuments breathing outside time; we are and then are not and when we were, we weren't. The sun, risen and set a thousand times since, I've rested --never slept-- but I'm dreaming. Don't shake me up. I'm alive. (at Inns of Aurora)

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Hashtag blasé (at Inns of Aurora)