Read about Beat Schindler, Wordography
I grew up surrounded by farms and forests, dreamed of being a wolf in Jack London’s books, a native American, cowboy, or rock star, to possess the power of the invisible man, and to have a happy life handed to me on a silver platter.
Half of my adult life I loved abroad, now back near familiy, in Biel/Bienne, Switzerland, in a place with high ceilings, near the lake.
Love in lieu of live it isn’t a typing error.
I’m alove more often than alive.