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The Slouch Hat, Jack Kerouac
”…Her great dark eyes surveyed me with emptiness and a kind of chagrin that reached back generations and generations in her blood from not having done what was crying to be done–whatever it was, and everybody knows what it was.”( Kerouac)
The excitement of traveling the World is getting lost on the Way. As an Artistic Journalist, I record the events of the day with a passion for the spiritual truth behind each unique moment.
