Rage Against the Beige**

We first moved to our town because it felt like a safe haven for weirdoes and misfits. Always as equals, people with PhDs and fancy titles shared their thoughts with unemployed chefs on Nietzsche, the best quince varietals to plant and creeping state surveillance. Whether in our 20s or 80s, our motley crew watched the […]

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