Rob Morris
About me
Draped in tan and base disdain, it perched upon its crooked throne. All beneath and proximate: rotted flesh and bone. Decay and rust and rott all rife, its kingdom withered there; All this as the silent beast watched, perched atop its chair.Following
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With our second daughter due to be born in only a few short weeks, my wife and I took the opportunity to leave our daughter with her Aunt & Uncle and ...
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An article written by Adele Horin recently in the Sydney Morning Herald illustrates some of the pitfalls of “voluntourism”; that counter-intuitively,...
