As I headed to the kitchen to fix myself a drink, my mother eyed me with suspicion. “Where are you going?” she asked as I poured gin into my glass already half-filled with cool tonic water, lemon slices, and rosemary. “To Bacchanal!” I responded, my face shining with way too much highlighter for someone who […]
Some memories come with soundtracks, some moments are so intrinsically connected with songs it is impossible to separate the two. Below, Bwoggers reminisce about Columbia, creating a confusing yet hauntingly beautiful playlist.
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