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By: Thomas Sanfilip It’s a short walk from Rome’s Stazione Centrale to the Museo Nazionale Romano where some of the greatest archaeological collections reside of Roman and Greek sculpture discovered in the city and surrounding neighborhoods, though a walk in…
By: Chuck Orloski McMurdo Station, Valentine’s Day, 2016 It is wartime on the continent! There’s ice, ice, more ice gone and my purple fingers reached out to God for elections and a carry permit. Into his white shadow, I dare…
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