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Bouncing along a corduroy road at 5:30am, my head drowsily leaning against the bus window, I admired the Tiffany-blue sky and thought about upside down rivers. Yesterday, on our 4-hour…
Bouncing along a corduroy road at 5:30am, my head drowsily leaning against the bus window, I admired the Tiffany-blue sky and thought about upside down rivers. Yesterday, on our 4-hour…
