I love watching the first light slip through my window each morning. As an early riser, I’ve come to treasure what these hours offer — they belong to no one but me, and nobody can take that from me.
Alexandra
Between the Lines moves between the political and the personal, the historical and the immediate—food, art, travel, and the long view. If that sounds wide, it is. The world is wide.
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