Something happens to me when I travel. I become a magpie. At home, I’m fine. At home, I am, if anything, a little severe about stuff — I don’t need it, I don’t want more of it, the drawers are full enough. But put me on the far side of an ocean, wandering a foreign […]
Something happens to me when I travel. I become a magpie. At home, I’m fine. At home, I am, if anything, a little severe about stuff — I don’t need it, I don’t want more of it, the drawers are full enough. But put me on the far side of an ocean, wandering a foreign […]
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