Toronto, empty no longer.
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- Russless
- I enjoy one-on-one conversations, but if you don't keep up I will either give you too much information, or stare into space.
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August
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- Street art skulls//speaking truthI had started to ...
- Locked my heart to SeoulAt the bottom there is a b...
- The cocktail circus (and other tricks)In Cheonan, ...
- Green means goEven the straight men call me handso...
- Arcade antics (and other PC games)The national act...
- Mall rats//foreign moneyIn Cheonan, my students t...
- Bright lights, small citySouth of Seoul lies a cit...
- Blow dry beautiesThere is no cast of characters qu...
- The Korean complex, day oneTen matching towers pok...
- Holy F...
- Toronto, empty no longer.
- Dear Manitoba: in the words of the great teen lyri...
- Make up and the made upOnce all the other girls ha...
- Ballet in the park was beautiful.
- Blondes, blues, and Bart Simpson teesThis is Tara....
- He can't see the forest for the trees.
- Sunnyside and other storiesA parade of boys on bic...
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