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Melancholy City

Next to our front door, there are two small postcards in black frames. I bought the postcards in the Singer building in St. Petersburg. One of them is an ink drawing of a seagull wearing a sailor hat, next…

Featured Musings Travel

A reflection on travel

I was always a bit of a homebody growing up. I remember sleepovers at friends houses ending in tears, me waiting for mum to come and pick me up, because I’d had enough. I wanted to go home. I…