Poland in winter is the grayest thing ever. In Warsaw, where most of the buildings are concrete, it's even more so. Right now the sun is just rising and shining beautifully in my eye, and the clouds are scarce. It aims to be a beautiful day.
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The Terms of Trade – a short story (Pt V)
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[Part IV here.]
That such a sequence of events, with its particular names and places,
should present itself to me in a dream, over 145 years later is not...
2 days ago
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