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  • Hello New York
    Maybe it was the balding black guy with yellow teeth screaming in my ear as I walked past, that Jesus would be coming back and what are you doing to repent?


  • Sand
    The sound of sand shuffling while the sun beat down on us was all that could be heard. Some murmurs overlapped, of people talking, but mostly, it was quiet.


  • A Night in Paris
    He bowed his head lightly, before moving closer to me on the dance floor, holding a beer in one hand. I forgot I was in four inch heels, had a sprained foot, and wore a tight dress that I would normally never wear out in daylight.


  • This is Thailand
    I could write about the tan line on my left wrist, of the shadow of my silver and turquoise watch now imprinted on my skin.


  • Everyday
    I learn something new everyday. I find something new everyday. And I feel something new everyday.


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