This is my usual writer's journal to keep track of the senses and not part of the Space Explorer 365 story (365 words of story for 365 days from March 20, 2016 to March 19, 2017)...
Taste: fried banana; passion fruit - passiflora edulis; fig jam; apricot jam
Sight: blackberries, blueberries, raspberries; fields of green
Sound: fountains
Smell: Italian parsley; chlorine
Touch: aching heel; hamstring stretches
Extra:
Taste: fried banana; passion fruit - passiflora edulis; fig jam; apricot jam
Sight: blackberries, blueberries, raspberries; fields of green
Sound: fountains
Smell: Italian parsley; chlorine
Touch: aching heel; hamstring stretches
Extra:
"Utopia is on the horizon. When I walk two steps, it takes two steps back. I walk ten steps and it is ten steps further away. What is utopia for? It is for this, for walking." — Eduardo Galean
"It doesn't bother me that you are vegetarian. I think that meat eaters should have to see what happens in a packing plant. Of course, I have and I still eat meat." —
one of Dad's letters to me in the Peace Corps, Sunday, July 16, 1995
"You'll be OK Michele. You've got to remember that you won't have a choice so you'll find a way to communicate and get your ideas across." — one of Dad's letters to me in the Peace Corps, Sunday, July 16, 1995Grateful for: movement, luck
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