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Dawn Quyle Landau
Mother, Writer, treasure hunter, aging red head, and sushi lover. This is my view on life, "Straight up, with a twist––" because life is too short to be subtle! Featured blogger for Huffington Post, and followed on Twitter by LeBron James– for reasons beyond my comprehension.
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From My Window Seat: An Epic Year of Travel
Note: This post was a year in the making, and took hours of writing and formatting. I apologize for the length, but it was hard to edit down. Over the past many months I found myself in an extraordinary whirlwind … Continue reading