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18:46 hrs – Thiruvananthapuram, Kerala

She took it lightly, unlike the guy from Key West the other day with the deep baritone (hard to understand) who hung up on me after a coughing fit that made me imagine he looked like a crazed, bell-shaped Hemingway.

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I don’t do much travelling anymore. I lost the taste for it after 9/11 I think. Airplane scare me. Instead, I travel in my imagination. It helps when I get input from elsewhere like through the following note, which I found on the floor of a telephone cabin on Broad St, London, not far from