Roscoe trotted along, his tail wagging gleefully behind him. “Slow down” I commanded, tugging on his leash. Even at night, Lagos was hot. The moon was bright and small, the sonorous sounds of crickets chirping made it seem like the moon was dancing. 339 more words
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Happy Monday, harpsichords and hellions! I hope everyone’s weeks are off to a good start so far.
I’m currently writing this in my bus back from Santiago to good ole Viña del Mar. 797 more words