Half a baker's dozen plus one half years ago, Highway 40 whizzed past my car window in a humid soup of cement and indistinct vegetation, which was steadily condensing into my first primordial impression of St. Louis. Pepper it with dismay. I wanted flowers bursting at the rims of palatial white streets. I wanted Chinese markets. I wanted desert
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we should do it again...SOON!!
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