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
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Dear TAL
Dear Ira and This American Life Staff, Love my letter and read it on the air. thanks so much,
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