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“I live two blocks from where I grew up” Flamingo Drive was actually a spacious culdesac formed by a semi-circle of unique houses, built in the fifties, landscaped with birds of paradise, red bottle-brush bushes, and roses. Giant magnolia, pine, and palm trees shaded the yards. As if fringe on a blanket the cement driveways […]

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“Sometimes it’s worth lingering on the journey for a while before getting to the destination.” Richelle Mead Opening my suitcase on the tranquil tile floor of the bathroom, the dust of my recent journey floats in the frigid morning air.  I breathe in every gritty detail, rifling through the stories that are bound to be […]