Travel
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There are ancient ruins across the street. I can see Porta Nigra from my room. As I write this, I am sitting in the open window, sipping a cup of coffee while my laundry dries in the open air. Tourists walk under the gray stone arches onto a bustling street. A scene so different from
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I once had a dream that all my friends went to Montreal. I don’t know what brought on this dream, because I’ve never thought about the cit before, but now I think about it often. In my dream, it looked like a fantastic spot for a Girls’ Trip. It was late spring or early summer, judging
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I have a weird love for Spanish Fork, Utah. Not for the main part where highway 6 runs through, but for the Southern and Western half of town: away from the developing city. That part I love is Spanish Fork Main Street. For years, I couldn’t put my finger on what attracted me to this
Bringing Mae Flowers 