Marge wakes up at 3:15 am. We got in late the night before after a four hour bus ride from Mexico City, where it had been pouring. So, exhausted, and my internal organs still trying to hold off the forces…
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Canoeing Life’s River
by jeff.faux •
I grew up in an urban world of concrete and asphalt. Nature was a few weeds sprouting from sidewalk cracks in August. Summer camp was for rich kids. So I spent a lot of time dreaming of living in the…
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by jeff.faux •
“Back,” snaps the Bedouin, The day sparkling over his black and sandy hood. A rough beast heaves laughing Daisy into the air. Take my picture, she shrieks at our sly guide He clicks the cell phone on which he’d been…