I used to be a reckless traveler. Like in Prague three years ago, when Liz and I careened through the streets with our jackets unzipped, blissfully sleet-soaked; or when we tapped our feet on the tram without even once fumbling for the map we had bought but would promptly lose in a mossy cathedral one hour later. Even though I missed everything
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