I’m from a family of explorers. It’s been like that for centuries. My great grandmother was born in the hot sun of Africa in a place with a different name now than what was back…
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t was a misty morning when we headed to Bottarver Garden. Across the blurred window, the tall grass danced at the sound of the wind and the landscape painted the scene with quaint farms…
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The quietude gave way to the commingle of strange voices; they came from all over as representatives of their very own corner of the world. I could see that twinkle and restlessness in their…