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Memoirs of a reluctant American
The truth of my time abroad: I wax poetical, misspell words, and bare my soul.
Monday, August 18, 2008
On sowing
Today while chatting with Rachel: "we are always sowing the seeds, we just don't know what will grow"
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meagrenee
Prali, TO, Italy
Spending a year living in the Italian Alps, running a retreat center, learning the fine points of Italian cooking, and the Italian language.
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Things I've been reading to maintain a grasp of the English Language
A man walks into a room -- Nicole Krauss
The Painted Veil -- W. Somerset Maugham
Memories of my meloncholy whores -- Gabriel Garcia Marquez
Out Stealing Horses -- Per Petterson
The Story of Ruth -- Jane Hamilton
The Red Tent -- Anita Diamant
The Razor's Edge -- W. Somerset Maugham
The Poisonwood Bible -- Barbara Kingsolver
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