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Jetting Around the World in the Pages of a Book

I grew up in a very small town in central Canada where it was winter for nine months of the year. And not Hallmark-movie-winter with delicate snow falling while characters sip hot drinks wrapped only in a thick sweater and a jaunty scarf. This was eyeballs-freeze-in-thirty-seconds winter. I don’t think I would have survived if… Read More