What makes a man’s face glow like fireflies in the retelling of a visit? Or hum his journeys and whistle of times spent? There are memorable cities and the rhythms of place twirling in this marble-blue-green. Places too have rhythm, poetry even, not merely lines, but lines and we must learn to read them. So, what causes a place to flash before that inwa…
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