It’s been an anxious season, an anxious year. Too many things going wrong on too many levels, too much progress that had been built, slowly and with much labor, wiped away with the sweep of a pen.
Read MoreWhen traveling, I often run into a terrible melancholy that Alain de Botton called the melancholy of the traveler--you're here in this glorious place, and yet, you're not making the most of it.
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