Category: Travel
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Graveyard of Machines
I watched Marco slow and pull the bike to the side of the country road. I knew exactly what he was looking at.
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Amalfi by the Sea
It was a mass of humanity, with tourists jockeying for selfies, or queued for monstrous servings of gelato.
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Mount Madison: Part 1
Jack awoke in the darkness of early morning as usual, but in an unfamiliar place.
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An Unmapped Route: A Hiker's Blog 