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
Monday, July 07, 2003
fun with fonts, and teaching myself html coding. Alex is right; i am addicted to seafoam green. hope the new colors work...
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