Temperance, hand in hand with violence, create some magnificent scenery. There is a resonance in my heart as we pass through the barrenness of the desert, letting the wind whip through our…
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The mosquitoes here don’t carry malaria, and I can’t seek refuge from the persistent bed bugs in his dark and cool apartment, eyes probing mine, slight smile on his lips.…
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My sister is coming home from Mexico today. It’s been over a year since my other sister and I left her in the bustling city of Guadalajara and…
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This is my third time coming back to Paris. The first time I celebrated my 26th birthday in Paris with a soggy baguette and Joe Purdy in my ears while the rain…
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“I think she has something like fallen in love with France!” I overhear my friend explain to someone we have just met. He is answering all of the familiar questions…
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“I’ll show you Paris in the morning…” I keep playing this Joe Purdy song over and over and smiling like a fool as I ride the Paris metro and eat my panini…