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  • We Will Be This Air Again

    We Will Be This Air Again

    March 29, 2015 | As told by Lou from .

    If I could Capture anything To carry with me When I go It wouldn’t be the Streets or Buildings or What they call Culture. No. It would be the air Rustling of the leaves Intoxicating wave that Swells and stops Stops and swells Cooing pigeons. This air that carries Sounds of summer Children playing soccer…

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  • The Market Beckons.

    The Market Beckons.

    September 3, 2014 | As told by Lou from , .

    Come hither, it calls me. People huddle. Buzzing like bees. A stampede of elephants. There’s barely room to get past. You have to squeeze yourself into their nooks and crevices. Mold yourself around arms and legs, legs and arms as if sculpted by the hands of god. Any other day such a swarm would send me…

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  • What You Remember

    What You Remember

    May 30, 2014 | As told by Lou from , , , .

    In the castle the kings dance through the halls. With robes and jewels and horses they crown their knights and chop off heads and order servants to fetch more wine. Chalices filled, plates piping hot, thin coins warm from being rubbed by greasy fingers. They overlook all of Prague from their golden thrones. On a narrow side-street,…

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  • How She Brought Me Here

    How She Brought Me Here

    May 12, 2014 | As told by Lou from , .

    The last few months in New York weren’t pretty. The city began suffocating like a snake and there was no escaping it. Every stranger on the street, every horn blaring at 1am, every unkind remark…if before I could stomach it, those last few months it became too big of a burden to carry. How did I…

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  • Lisbon’s Tiles

    Lisbon’s Tiles

    May 7, 2014 | As told by David from , .

    When you get so close that your nose is pressed up against them, you see the brush strokes, where the hand pressed harder on this one and softer on that. You see that the blues and the greens are different shades. That they’re not perfect squares after all. There are millions of them. All different. Covering…

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  • A Windy Road to Switzerland

    A Windy Road to Switzerland

    May 2, 2014 | As told by Lou from , .

    When I was in the sixth grade, every day on my way to school I’d sneak into my neighbor’s yard and pick loquats from his loquat tree. Hidden between dark green leaves, I’d take as many as I could carry and run. I suppose it’s fair to say I was stealing them, but they were big…

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  • Reflections on Annecy Le Vieux

    Reflections on Annecy Le Vieux

    April 21, 2014 | As told by David from .

    Spring has started in Annecy le Vieux I look up and there are mountains in the distance, a fog that swallows them whole, new blooms on the trees – red and purple and white, like a sunset that grows from the earth.   As beautiful as these ancient streets are with their cracked cobblestone and…

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  • Simplicity is Where Happiness Begins

    Simplicity is Where Happiness Begins

    April 7, 2014 | As told by Lou from , .

    We Chisel Away at the Monster We know by now that turning our backs on it is futile. So we chisel away, day after day, rain or shine. Through barely parted fingers and squinted eyes the shadows seem much larger than they are. So we look. Really look. We invite the monster for tea and…

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  • A Few Stories From San Francisco.

    A Few Stories From San Francisco.

    March 29, 2014 | As told by David from .

    Sweet Inspiration, a Pastry Shop. It was packed but the owner made us try it all. She told us how the cheesecakes were made downstairs and which ones were the favorites and how she got the frosting smooth – not a wrinkle. She put an extra slice of cake and scoop of homemade whipped cream…

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