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There was a time when I knew everything.  I knew the migration patterns of sperm whales, why we carve into...
It’s always raining in New Haven—a soft, loveless drizzle. I wander in a wide parabola around Cross Campus as water...
Every day since I arrived in Paris, I have gone to the same bookstore,the one next to the Panthéon. I’m...
I keep my window open when I’m afraid to go outside. But the weather’s been good—warm and honest, in that when  one day is seventy degrees, the next few are too.