There’s an exquisite allure to the notion of heading west, a magnetic pull that no other cardinal direction can quite conjure. The North feels too frigid, the East too commonplace, and the South too enigmatic. Only the West beckons with the promise of warmth and reassurance, of optimism and untamed adventure. After all, if it’s the very realm where the sun chooses to make its nightly abode, then surely it’s a place fit for the rest of us wayward western wanderers….

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