The Son of the Great Dragon of the Kingdom of Varlen was born on a cloudy day during a rainstorm with scales of black like his father, eyes of red like his father, dagger sharp claws like his father, and muscular, black wings, like his father.
...I find it telling of that era of my life, having discovered freedom from a societal prison I hadn't realized existed all around me. I was vehement against anyone choosing to live in a static-routine lifestyle, angry at the world for not choosing to travel indefinitely without a care...
October 1, 2007 I had an interesting little excursion this last weekend. I had planned on making it completely spontaneous
[Note from Jordan, 09/2008: I wrote this story on my little adventure to Avignon (when I met the Muslim
September 1 & 2, 2007 Our first paid group field trip was today. Location: Marseille. I wasn’t listening on the
August 15, 2007 As I sit here waiting almost three hours for my flight to take off, I realize the
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