Earlier this month, I traveled to Austin, TX with my sister and friend for a fun extended girls weekend. My first dream night included eating at Franks, where the hot dogs roam free, followed by singing my heart out and doing my best Michael Jackson dance moves at a dueling piano bar. 353 more words
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The Summer feels like a Death.
I pour into my chair in the Summer house and ironically find refuge from the heat.
A slight breeze rustles through the grape vine and it brings discussions of dolmades and food preservation and it is lively. 497 more words