Day 270. tomorrow holds far more uncertainties than death does.

Day 269. What are dreams made of? The fire of the stars. Where do questions come from? The burning of the soul! 

Day 268. The real curiosity of this conundrum is this: I've had the same issue with native English speakers. It is not the language barrier: it's me.

Day 267. How often we misunderstand each other and cause these little calamities.

Day 266. It is the best part, I replied, and he winked at me.

Day 265. Alacrity was the girl's greatest gift! She was engaged with an unpredictable universe and turned on by the unexpected.