Why I Travel, Or “What Makes You Feel Alive?”
Glasgow is most itself on days when heavy grey clouds hang low in the sky, saturated with rain that aches to flow freely, spewing droplets on the tiny people below. …
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“These are the best years of your life”, they say. “I wish I was your age again” is the constant refrain, but I have to wonder: is the desire to …
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