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Turin like a Dream

“Cities, like dreams, are made of desires and fears,” wrote Italo Calvino in Invisible Cities.  Though Turin is not the first Italian city I have fallen in love with, what I experienced there had not happened to me before. I … Continue reading

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White Magic

“Standing before the mirror of silence with her hands in her hair, Barbara pours into her glass body silver droplets of her voice. And then like a jar she fills with light and glasslike filters stars through herself and the … Continue reading

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