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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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