The halo told me I was on the edge, and this wasn’t a simple hangover from Benny’s Halloween party. The alarm clock, the ceiling light, even my bedroom door, all…
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* * * Those first days in Moscow, they were the enemy: their gray down gathering in corners like the frail remains of long dead cicadas. their droppings scarring the…
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A Full Irish Breakfast On our first morning at the Charleville Lodge in Dublin, I awoke to the sound of maids in the corridor. They beat pillows with dull thunks…