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hat’s that

“We were never friends. Not for a second. I loved you.” — the prophet piper kerman Love is a funny thing. You see a photo. You know nothing about the subject of the shot, but you instantly picture yourself together … Continue reading

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ok, mostly it’s the railroad red IPA

It’s perfect here, Mo says. Maybe it’s the stars. Maybe the train rumbling past as it parallels Route 66 on a cross-country mission. Maybe it’s the huge neon peace sign that’s been over the hostel since I can remembered. (just … Continue reading

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