The Death of Glamour
Sometimes when a spell is lifted you realize it was a curse.
Once upon a time, in the days when Corona signaled cold beer with a wedge of lime, I cruised on the Queen Mary II for six weeks, westward from Hong Kong to the docks of Brooklyn via the Suez Canal. W…
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