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Dawn is Hope rising after a long dark night. It's the ember glowing in the fields of clouds and mantle of still waters.Jing R. 1.13.2019
While fighting cold bursts of air sweeping into Munich train station Hauptbahnhof, a couple, after a few exchanges, asked me why I was traveling by myself. It was the first time I was asked this question but I wasn't surprised at all. The answer was simple. "I want to see many parts of the world....
His name was Janggo. Janggo was the last of the litter sired by Tri-International Champion Wiking di Perlanera. His mother’s name sounded more like a human boxer rather than a doberman dam’s Moonlight Rocky Ridge Shirley.It was in 2004 when my 40th birthday was coming up in six weeks. I had $1800...