Life Is A Slow Harold

Garrett Palm's travel journal.

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This little girl wandered over the playground and just stood there, one hand on her hip, expresionlessly staring at me. Her name was something like “Antika.” I asked to take a picture, she barely nodded yes, then kept staring.

This little girl wandered over the playground and just stood there, one hand on her hip, expresionlessly staring at me. Her name was something like “Antika.” I asked to take a picture, she barely nodded yes, then kept staring.

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