The fall season is here and so is my respiratory allergies. And to top it all, it's during this time of the year when I feel more melancholic. I'm melancholic, restless and dreaming dreamy dreams-- I want to go somewhere in style; fly first class and stay at the minimum 4-star hotel or go like this.
But right now all I can afford is this. Well, that's why I said 'dreamy dreams'.
That Yurt
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Paring life back to the music In the convergence of tiny houses around the
world, the humble round house covered with canvas is still holding strong.
The...
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