As I cross the great journey to the daily grind once again, in this strange place, this foreign place, I soak in the new sights and scenes. Foreign license plates. New trees. Hills without overabundances of trees. It's a combination of different things I've come to like and dislike in places i've lived, scrambled, shaken, and poured mixed into a
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