At 6 AM, stress percolates in urban and suburban landscapes on par with coffee.
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At 6 AM, stress percolates in urban and suburban landscapes on par with coffee.
And just now, this man in somewhat dirty jeans, unshaven for days, and with a stack of papers that did not look like religious leaflets but like the notebooks I have kept with me for years. Writing notebooks, dog-eared and rough on the edges from constant carry. “Chora” he says. “Chora.”
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And just now, this man in somewhat dirty jeans, unshaven for days, and with a stack of papers that did not look like religious leaflets but like the notebooks I have kept with me for years. Writing notebooks, dog-eared and rough on the edges from constant carry. “Chora” he says. “Chora.”
When sticking it out reaches mission-critical proportions of unmanageableness.
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When sticking it out reaches mission-critical proportions of unmanageableness.
“How are you?” in Warsaw does not result in an obligatory “Very well, thanks. And you?”
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“How are you?” in Warsaw does not result in an obligatory “Very well, thanks. And you?”
Today, I read yet another piece that equates success with early rising.
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Today, I read yet another piece that equates success with early rising.
