As a young hamster bred on the West Coast of Florida, I learned early and often to curse the oppressive sun. Not only did it greet you, it stole your joy with it’s glaring beams[…]
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Comforts are Far Away | Hamburg
Confession: I re-woke at 2:45pm. I could blame it on jet lag except I did this in America more times than I’d like to admit over the last 4 months. Escape from the Gray Sleeping[…]
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