Writing is, in the end, that oddest of anomalies: an intimate letter to a stranger.
Writing
You wind back the clock several decades when you visit a Lonely Place; and when you touch down, you half expect a cabin attendant to announce, "We have now landed in Lonely Place's Down-at-Heels Airport, where the local time is 1943 and the temperature is...frozen.
Travel, World
Families are so important here," I said. She looked surprised. "They are not everywhere?
Family
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