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a sonnet by Suzanne Musin
The blue and blue, the violet-black, the sea
flies underneath a veil of foamy white
and ripples under, over, into me.
I breathe it in and wallow in the sight.
I cannot write a proper shade of blue
or stretched horizons hiding every land
The pattern on the water, always …
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I love Turkish rugs and high-quality rugs in general. I have two Uzbekistani rugs I bought years ago and they are two of my favorite possessions. On this trip, I knew I’d be stopping by Turkey and the one major thing I reserved a budget for, of the whole trip, was a hand-woven Turkish rug.…
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A random tourist turned to me today, asking, “Where are we?” Thus started the most satisfying encounter of my entire trip.
I blinked. “We’re at the Largo di Torre Argentina.”
I love how this ancient, sacred place is randomly in the middle of a busy Roman piazza filled with modern life (and lots of cats, …
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Ladies and gentlemen of the Facebook society, I regret to inform you that the world has allowed unscrupulous cotton swabs into the Italian supermarket.
Yesterday I purchased these unassuming creatures from the shelf and, in full expectation of a productive relationship, exchanged cash money for their services.
When I took them home and attempted to …