Danae Mercer

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I’m in Scotland. My brain is exhausted and I’m nodding off even though it’s not yet 5pm. I’ve been counting the sheep outside the window. The journey was painless and painful in the same breath. I love traveling, so being in motion makes me happy regardless. Yet I arrived too early and the town was asleep, meaning I sat shivering in the train station waiting for the sun to creep up and… Read More