I love maps but not for the same reason as my friend Jeroen.
He loves them as works of art—exquisitely detailed, lovely in form and colour—and because of the record they provide of the way the world once was.
I love maps, but not for the same reason as my mother.
He loves them as works of art—exquisitely detailed, lovely in form and colour—and because of the record they provide of the way the world once was.
I love maps, but not for the same reason as my mother.
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