We have been housebound for too long.
While confinement, a more gentle French word than lockdown, calls to mind Parisian ladies in organdy gowns up-ending countless cups of weak tea, I know the real costs of staying home for so long. It’s the ‘dog left off its leash’ spring that catapults the habitual traveler in no-matter-which direction. This has been…
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