"All this he saw, for one moment breathless and intense, vivid on the morning sky; and still, as he looked, he lived; and still, as he lived, he wondered."
Today’s story on the Patreon is another Japanese ghost tale: the heartbreaking story of a cherry tree that blooms under the snow.
Today’s story costs a coffee (and it will give you access to all stories throughout the month), but some of them will be free-to-read, so keep an eye out.
A few weeks ago, I gave you my two cents (well, they’re more than two cents, by now) on the future of adult learning, and the first pillar of my theory was the necessity to involve game design. This week, back from Denmark and while
Two very different people attempt to conquer a mountain peak. Are they friends or guide and customer? Who had the idea for the expedition? And, most importantly, what’s the purpose of climbing a mountain? My family and I always had an uncomplicated relationship with mountaineering,
Azaro is an abiku, a spirit child that sneaks his way into his mother’s womb only to enjoy a brief stay into our world and then die. They’re considered malign spirits and the grief they cause is immense, hence the tradition of scarring the faces
A few weeks ago, I gave you my two cents (well, they’re more than two cents, by now) on the future of adult learning, and the first pillar of my theory was the necessity to involve game design. This week, back from Denmark and while
Two very different people attempt to conquer a mountain peak. Are they friends or guide and customer? Who had the idea for the expedition? And, most importantly, what’s the purpose of climbing a mountain? My family and I always had an uncomplicated relationship with mountaineering,
Azaro is an abiku, a spirit child that sneaks his way into his mother’s womb only to enjoy a brief stay into our world and then die. They’re considered malign spirits and the grief they cause is immense, hence the tradition of scarring the faces
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