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: rhubarb; Sardian wine; Aglianicone
Sight: blue sky; a cow by the hill; four otters; a seal head above the ocean
Sound: eskarina
Smell: wild rose; burnt cream
Touch: dance church - touching shoulders, holding hands; a salt-specked chin; running over a bridge; a scraped shoulder, scraped knees
Extra: "Getting the truth to this person...that they desperately need is essentially a kamikaze mission...Do I care about this person enough that I will, by telling them what I know they need, essentially write myself out of their life if they don't hear me...I know there's a problem but he is so his place where there is not a problem that speaking that truth is probably not going to work and so the result will be estranged. And that's where other people around you end up not encouraging you or at least not discouraging you when you are going down a bad road." — Ryan Holiday
Grateful for: warmth, summer
Taste: rhubarb; Sardian wine; Aglianicone
Sight: blue sky; a cow by the hill; four otters; a seal head above the ocean
Sound: eskarina
Smell: wild rose; burnt cream
Touch: dance church - touching shoulders, holding hands; a salt-specked chin; running over a bridge; a scraped shoulder, scraped knees
Extra: "Getting the truth to this person...that they desperately need is essentially a kamikaze mission...Do I care about this person enough that I will, by telling them what I know they need, essentially write myself out of their life if they don't hear me...I know there's a problem but he is so his place where there is not a problem that speaking that truth is probably not going to work and so the result will be estranged. And that's where other people around you end up not encouraging you or at least not discouraging you when you are going down a bad road." — Ryan Holiday
Grateful for: warmth, summer
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