For decades, I have kept a journal.

Early on, I wrote in it daily, but more recently, my entries have been sporadic. A while back, I went through them in search of specific dates – journals are good for this if nothing else. With no other purpose in mind but to amuse myself, I put some of the more cohesive bits in better form.

The following entries are observations and a few poems culled from those journals, which I’m calling “Peregrinations,” because they travel widely over time and place.

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