One Hundred Thousand Miles
We finished our pancake dinner and forced our bloated bodies up from the comfy green leather booth in the cozy cafe to trudge back to my parked car. After getting
Framing. Focus. Finesse.
We finished our pancake dinner and forced our bloated bodies up from the comfy green leather booth in the cozy cafe to trudge back to my parked car. After getting
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We exited the crowded subway car and burst onto the platform, filled with energy and excitement. “Shibuya, Shibuya!” This district buzzed with possibility. Beyond my wildest dreams, I found myself
I felt like I won the lottery: a parking spot directly in front of the terminal, an ontime flight, and an empty middle seat! The previous night I made a