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  • The £5 Cab Rides That Stole My Soul at Oxford

    The £5 Cab Rides That Stole My Soul at Oxford

    You’ve heard of the time value of money. Have you heard of the time value of experience?
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    Daniel Kang
    Jun 24
    Him I Wanted to Pocket

    Him I Wanted to Pocket

    They wanted to go to the nearby gas station, the only place still open in our little town , for one last round of drinks. But we ended up…
    Go to the profile of Dusan Milovic
    Dusan Milovic
    Jun 24
    From Commune to Compound: Growing up a Northern California Cliché.

    From Commune to Compound: Growing up a Northern California Cliché.

    The Bohemian Grove is a private club located in a town in Northern California called Monte Rio. Founded in 1872, the club limits it…
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    Michael Isaac Almond
    Jun 24
    Through Her Six Pairs of Glasses: Grieving The Loss of My Schizophrenic Grandmother

    Through Her Six Pairs of Glasses: Grieving The Loss of My Schizophrenic Grandmother

    Grief feels like wearing glasses with the wrong prescription. When you wear them, everything seems blurry and sharp all at once. You see…
    Go to the profile of Majella Mark
    Majella Mark
    Jun 24
    Thank You, Greg

    Thank You, Greg

    On the Humble Kindness of a Small-Town Harley-Davidson Enthusiast
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    Hussain Khatai
    Jun 24
    What Happened to the Boy Who Dreamed

    What Happened to the Boy Who Dreamed

    Losing childhood dreams and finding purpose
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    JRM
    Jun 24
    Love at First Site

    Love at First Site

    Well….for them
    Go to the profile of Chris Davis
    Chris Davis
    Jun 24
    My Friend Chris Has No Fear

    My Friend Chris Has No Fear

    What’s his secret?
    Go to the profile of Bret Itskowitch
    Bret Itskowitch
    Jun 24
    “My Two Dads” Had Nothing to Do With My Dad

    “My Two Dads” Had Nothing to Do With My Dad

    Why “close enough” representation is better than no representation
    Go to the profile of Anna Shadley
    Anna Shadley
    Jun 24
    The Stranger at Bemelmans

    The Stranger at Bemelmans

    One overheard conversation, a night of borrowed warmth.
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    No blabs
    Jun 24
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