I woke up in the East African village of Kamulu under a mosquito net listening to a rooster that apparently got something stuck in his throat while learning to yodel; in other words, not in Malibu. 449 more words
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This will be a series dedicated my time in Toronto, a way to remember my fondest memories.
So, on to the day. Half of my inspiration for this series in the first place comes from the past 24 hours, so naturally this is a good kicking off point. 1,064 more words