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Everyone in the airport bar is drunk. And I want to know why. I order a glass of Prosecco, which arrives in a Great Gatsby glass, and I...

You can't stop watering my garden and expect me to bloom. You can't plant exotic seeds in my well-turned soil and then spend so much...

For miles the sound sands stretch along the beach, pure and white, united as a single pathway. This road is endless, made of infinite...