My Adult Life in Snapshots

Wherever you go, you take yourself with you.

It’s a long way and a long time from a coal mining village in the North of England to an upscale hotel in Sedona, Arizona ~ and I made all the stops along the way.

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Jack Collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

4 responses

  1. Talking to myself is called introspection ~ maybe. πŸ’–βœŒ

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  2. Sedona is beautiful! One of my favorite places. πŸ’–

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    1. Sedona is fabulous. ❀😎

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  3. Looks like I’ve been to some of those places in England. Now to comment on your soul searching,I find that there is something relaxing when talking to yourself out loud in the open air.You can actually hear your own thoughts. I maybe crazy though. Enjoy

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