This forecast wasn’t the Tooth Fairy — it didn’t vanish in the night. And so, darling, I’ve finally departed for Madagascar. Farewell, you perfect waves and palm-tree-covered beaches with sand as white as snow. For the past month, it’s been: Hurry! Wind’s coming! Get ready! Then the forecast would fall flat, and I’d sit and...
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