The stories I write come to me when I am by myself, out in the wilderness, at that moment when I let go and start embracing the solitude and welcoming the silence. When I connect with the magnitude of nature and humbly bow to its wisdom. Unfortunately, I haven’t had many of those moments this… read more
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We were anchored in the Bay of Chaguaramas, just on the other side of St-Peters Bay, in Trinidad. Around us, the surface of the water was oily and with a metallic shimmer. The wind wandered around slowly and in all directions, and every time it came our way, it brought with it a diesel smell… read more
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