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Lessons from the Wasteland: Follow me.
The first steps into the wilderness were timid and terrifying. Looking back over her shoulder, she watched the peaceful meadow evaporate into mist. Her old life was gone, and she couldn’t go back. Into the dry desert ground she stepped. The sand swirled around her, and she couldn’t see anything up ahead. She wondered where…
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Lessons from the wasteland: Who’s in charge?
“It’s dead. It’s all dead,” I lamented to my friend in the parking lot. “All of my goals, my dreams, my plans are all dead.” My friend, who is considerably more Type B than me, tried to hide her smile. She knew that this was possibly the best place for me to be right now.…
