Content about Upper Peninsula of Michigan
July 13, 2006
Searching for the perfect Voisilmäpulla, I encountered beautiful design and large tufts of dill
When I arrived into Helsinki Airport, the Finnish sun had been out for close to five hours: it was 8:02 in the morning. My bag came out of flappy rubber slats onto the belt and I sailed through customs, exiting the terminal onto a pristine pavement platform, a group of bus lanes. Everything was strangely silent. There were four other people waiting for buses, each squinting gently at the white sun. A cool breeze brushed by...
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