All Allan

Stories of Life.

Tuesday, October 07, 2025

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Where am I going? The last day at the beach began with grace bestowed beneath an orange morning sky. The divine gifts of sunris...
Sunday, May 19, 2019

The Kiss

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In the summer of 1977 I moved from Boston to Atlanta, looking for a fresh start after three very punishing years of law school simultaneous...
Wednesday, January 16, 2019

I saw you

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I saw you When you were not looking  When you were not looking But you knew that I was.  I felt you  When you were not feelin...
Sunday, March 12, 2017

Who did he know?

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I hear the voice that claims my name invisible being one and the same who is this man where did he go who did he touch ...
Sunday, July 24, 2016

Ceaselessly Into The Past

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I The world only exists in my eyes, I can make it as big or as small as I want. I'm not sure what I'll do. I want to go places...
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Monday, January 25, 2016

Homeward Bound

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"I received this long, handwritten letter from a guy who lived on some island in South Carolina. I remember it was like this long cath...
Wednesday, July 01, 2015

The Unbelievable Serendipity Of Love

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I wish I had spent more time living than writing. More time happy, than sad. More time touching than looking, more time dancing than sitting...
Tuesday, March 17, 2015

The Gelato Wars

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I brought home a container of Italian gelato last weekend, a very unusual purchase for me. I don't do well with temptation, but if it ma...
Thursday, December 11, 2014

Pale Blue Dot

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“Look again at that dot. That's here. That's home. That's us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever he...
Sunday, November 30, 2014

Detroit, Detroit

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Sweep up I've been sweepin' up the tips I've made I've been livin' on Gatorade Plannin' my getaway Detroit, Detr...
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