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The McCrory Gardens in Brookings, South Dakota offers not just a vast space for group picnics (I saw a group of ladies comfortably squatting and eating on the greens today) but a variety of colors to see and behold. I visit the park every summer and every summer there is…
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Whether you visit Mount Rushmore, South Dakota in summer or winter, it does not matter. If the Four Faces is fantastic on summer, it still feels and looks amazing when snow is falling or when the temperature dips too low. Also: See my other travel adventures here. You can lay…
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On our way back to Brookings, South Dakota from our trip to Rapids City, my friends and I decided to stop by Mitchell’s tourist attraction, the Corn Palace aka the World’s Only Corn Palace. We have heard about it from the locals and since all five of us haven’t seen…
Read moreI do not care about evidences of heartburn, anxiety, high blood pressure, hyperactivity and many others that caffeine, a type of drug or stimulant found in coffee beans, appears to be a causal factor. Let the medical experts and researchers keep themselves busy gathering compelling evidences of the side effects…
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“Each second, the leaves shiver at every passing breeze, a little too afraid that they might shake off from their tight cling. Every day is a decision for them to either stay on top or to let go. Every falling is not dying; it’s a sweet touch of God.”
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Friday blackness. That is how it is this very moment. Interstate 90 looks like one of those highways in horror movies where creatures drop dead from the skies and into your windshield. The absence of light that could have come from civilization along this area in Wisconsin makes it hard…
Read moreWhat’s wrong with him? What’s with that slight cacophony in the way he moves nowadays? Every day, he senses a lovey-dovey cadence of delight he only felt in the comfort of a swing in the backyard back home. He is the composed gentleman. He is acutely aware that he is,…
Read moreLiving isn’t fair. The past ten months in Brookings had been a continual tussle of having faith and not having faith – a fluctuation that, in most instances, opted to stop on the former. Lately, however, my psyche had settled for the latter. The infinitesimal linear membranes of my reasoning…
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