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The Russian and the Vodka

Alone at home, I have no alternative but to go out onto the streets and look for a story, one not to be found in Marin. My home, soon to be sold, is set in the lofty, loafer-wearing community of Belvedere Island, where the words Fig Newtons aren’t uttered, and homes are full of rented orchids. If I’m going to find something interesting to write about, I’ll do better to head out across the…




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Harry Hogg

Harry Hogg

I was born in London, adopted, lived my youth on an island off the coast of Scotland. Now living between Colorado, Missouri, California. I write to be loved

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