New York, May-June Today I put on a rain jacket for the walk to my driving lesson. The drizzle is...
The caldera of the volcano Ijen is faded gray and completely silent. The sulfur gas keeps out all animal life—no...
Darrell Atkinson’s hands trembled as he carved at the metal bar, sharpening it till it was a kind of knife....
Every day since I arrived in Paris, I have gone to the same bookstore,the one next to the Panthéon. I’m...
The days when the flower pot shattersbecause a gust of wind blows too strongly,and I am left with dirt and...
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