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The World Through My Lens. Saturday, March 15, 2014. Rocky Gap State Park. Posted by Phillip Portlock at 948 PM. Friday, November 29, 2013. The Spirit of Mount Vernon. Posted by Phillip Portlock at 131 PM. View my complete profile. Rocky Gap State Park. The Spirit of Mount Vernon. A Day in the Mountains of Virginia. Birds In The Backyard. A Beautiful Day in DC to Test a New Camera. Rio de Janeiro, Brazil. Day 1 - Copacabana and Leme.CONTENT
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Do not follow where the path may lead. Go instead where there is no path and leave a trail. AVENUE OF THE BAOBABS, MADAGASCAR. AVENUE OF THE BAOBABS, MADAGASCAR.
Monday, April 6, 2015. I Promise To Be Better. Work is tiring, my friends. I love my job so much, but it can be exhausting. As I rounded on my unit the other morning, enjoying the quiet of six AM before the madness began, I thought about the people behind the closed doors. This was my fifth shift this week and I was trying to mentally prepare myself for another day of being a nurse. Helping in another room and would be there as soon as I could. I promise to be better.
The buses that took me. The buses that showed me. How far I could go. How lost I could get. The bus that almost left me. The one that never came. The one more than two hours late. The one with enough room to lay. The scent of a stranger. The freedom of the road. A shoulder to lean on. One story waiting to be told. I drove up to the Bay Area, a routine drive, 9.