Travelogue
Travelogue 1 The idea of home always perplexed me. Is it necessarily the place we were...
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Travelogue 1 The idea of home always perplexed me. Is it necessarily the place we were...
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Gare de l’Est I stood before the train station today and watched as a multitude of people fled from themselves to the city’s splendor and decay; I had not seen so many overcome with dread. Some were lost inside themselves,...
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Time: Act One, Scene One Along a narrow strip of wet road the gods are trying to slow...
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Saint Petersburg (Departure) The drops at the station were for you— not tears—just a shower of rain; a mist washed over the city and hid the sadness of Saint Peter’s pain. The sky could not weep for what you didn’t understand or...
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The Girl in the Green Dress The girl in the green dress came sweeping around my porch...
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