If, on a winter's night a traveler outside the town of Malbork, leaning from a steep slope without fear of wind or vertigo, looks down into the gathering shadow...on the carpet of leaves illuminated by the moon around an empty grave, what story there awaits its end? -italo calvino
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
It's snowing up.
That's right. Flakes are "falling" towards the clouds right now outside my office window as I contemplate plans for this New Year's Eve.
I am not at all sure what this portends in terms of 2009 ...more to follow.
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