The View from a Drawbridge

The random musings of a bridgetender with entirely too much time on her hands.

Have you ever noticed that a sound or a smell can instantly transport you back to an experience in your past? A certain song always reminds you of your first kiss. The smell of baking bread takes you back to your mother’s kitchen when you were a child. I love it when this happens. Unfortunately, …

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I’m recovering from a cold and completely devoid of inspiration today, so I’ll leave you with the 4 extremes of my travels. The furthest west that I’ve been is Santa Monica, California. The furthest east that I’ve been is Göreme, Turkey. The furthest south that I’ve been is Mitla, Mexico. The furthest north that I’ve …

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