The Art of Dying
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The Art of Dying

Wedding Day

Off the Proverbial Hook

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When I left Stockholm in the early fall of 1969 to join Our Prince, I knowingly (though with her permission) left Gunilla as a single mother to my daughter Tova.

I justified this by telling myself (not necessarily wrongly) that joining Our Prince to save the world was more important (in the long run) than staying with a mother and raising one child.




A Self-to-No-Self Portrait

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Ulf Wolf

Ulf Wolf

Raised by trolls in northern Sweden, now settled on the California coast a stone’s throw south of the Oregon border. Here I meditate and write.

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