Are We Distracting Ourselves to Death?

Losing sight of the sacred one day at a time

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All along the raging river, tiny fires bloom in the gathering night

The air turns to glass. Up here, above the town, the nights are still cold even in May. But some days dawn bright and glorious and red with the wild heat of summer.

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Novelist. Essayist. Former entomologist. Now a full-time writer exploring travel, art, philosophy, psychology, and science. www.ryanfrawley.com

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Ryan Frawley

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Novelist. Essayist. Former entomologist. Now a full-time writer exploring travel, art, philosophy, psychology, and science. www.ryanfrawley.com

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