Broken Sole

I walked past a young man who was standing on the sidewalk, waiting to be picked up by a friend or an Uber or something. I am guessing that's what he was doing, anyway. He was just standing there off to one side on the sidewalk, bag on the ground next to him, with a... Continue Reading →

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Lena Kvigne // Missionary

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Footsteps, Footprints and Words

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Stories and philosophy, borne out of my own experiences of life on three continents.

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