VIA PULCHRITUDINIS
Sometimes, and rightly so, we are stupid to think that without our farmers and ranchers we could not eat, but without them we would be nothing.
At eight o’clock in the afternoon, night begins to fall and soon the street lights will be lit at six o’clock. There are no LEDs here and the flickering of the iridescent lamps offers a unique atmosphere reproducible only in the fragments of the…
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