I miss weekends of travel. I miss showing up in an arbitrarily chosen locale. I miss strong thick coffee on these mornings, poring over the town plan, the free museum pamphlets, poking at the impenetrable lumps of sugar. I miss sore legs from scaling winding streets of cobblestone aimlessly, seeing the same things I could see at my home in
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