She was late and burst into the hostel like a hurricane hitting the beach. Her eyes darted about wildly. She was searching for the young backpacker who signed up for her tour. There were no young backpackers in the hostel’s… Read More ›
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Starbucks Near The Fireplace
At the far end of Starbucks near the corner fireplace I sit surrounded by senior citizens. The men all have snow-white hair while their female companions have colors ranging from dishwater blond to brilliant red. Some of the men have… Read More ›
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