About Me

As an aquaphile I am mesmerized by sea and tide. As a traveler I am enlivened by new sights, sounds, and smells. As an adventurer I am awakened by free fall, new heights, and daring challenges. As a student I am at a landlocked desk cataloging my musings and day dreams in this blog.

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