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- Still Life With Nude
“ Blossoms pirouetted on the surface and were carried away with the current, or became trapped on thin reed stalks. Here Hyeon-mi could be alone, but not always alone. They too had sat like this once, watching the water. The creek was swollen with rain that day, it flowed noisily. His whispered breath had felt warm against her ear. ”
by T Paul Buzan | Korea
- Tree Goats
“ On the bus from Tetuan to Chechauen, a small village at the base of the Rif Mountains, you can look out your window and see Tree Goats. ”
by Mordechai Zoltan | Morocco
- Throw Me Somethin' Mister: Fictions and Fragments from Mardi Gras
“ Rumor has it that the story of Mardi Gras begins with the words, 'In the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth.' Now, two hundred years after the Louisiana Purchase and forty-seven days before Easter, something happens in New Orleans, Louisiana. The world there turns upside down. The work of anonymous seamstresses is on display in the street. Beaded Medici collars and feathered headdress encrusted with shell are strutted with pride along with exposed body parts and fantastic robes of moss. ”
by Robert Klein Engler | New Orleans, Louisiana, United States
- The Song of the Dragonflies
“ Dragonflies on stained-glass wings skim over a lake. Their reflections flash like finely cut jewels on the surface of the water. Ancient creatures, unchanged for countless millennia, the sound of their flight vibrates in the air as a song. ”
by T. Paul Buzan | Korea
- The Allure of Barcelona
“ Be sure to ring your bells liberally, Chris, our bike tour guide instructs us. We'll be riding through some narrow streets and you'll have to let people know we're coming.
Crisp dings fill the air in the cobbled courtyard as we ring our bells with childlike enthusiasm. All right, time to take off, Chris says. We hop up on our bike seats and begin pedaling after him. Slowly we file into a long line of thick-tires, gears, and eager tourists. ”
by Lyndsay Hemphill | Barcelona, Spain
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