The city is beautiful when it’s buried… It’s so slow… …As if it had just rolled over in the middle of the night without disturbing the covers. The mountains of[…]
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Drifts and Slips
So there we are, in Borneo, 1939. The war was almost at hand…wait, that’s someone else’s story. I walked 6 miles through the snow every single day to put a[…]
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