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Maze Of Homes

In A Sense of Place, 1. The Experience of Place by John Banksy2 Comments

It’s late, way past midnight, and I’m stumbling down the side of the road looking for my cell phone. Another night of drinking has led me astray. I’m wondering where I am, as the housing development I wandered into is rows upon rows of cookie-cutter homes. I am far from home, and I have not the slightest idea the direction …

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The Shack

In A Sense of Place, 1. The Experience of Place by Sarah1 Comment

A beautiful hut built with a thatched roof made by the most genuine loving hands of the community.  It sits sturdily by the oceanside day in and day out— a constant amongst the bustling locals and tourists, the tides, and the occasional weather changes.  To the lucky tourist who finds the shack, it is simply a destination for a few …

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A Sweet Secret

In A Sense of Place, 1. The Experience of Place by Emily1 Comment

I turn down one small alley after another, following a procession of loud, drunk tourists and study abroad students using precious data to look at maps on their phones. They stumble down one wrong street after another, the stucco roofed apartments blending into each other. I left my phone at home and instead let my nose lead me to the …