Roadbenders

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The term is ending in a couple of weeks. There is an exhibition to prepare for, a poetry reading, a couple of concerts. I have been quiet here, because I have had work to put between myself and the days that I try to accurately (and admittedly, artfully) record here for you. I have had
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(All of us blurred – I am actually in the center. Many thanks to Kathryn for loan of her pictures and movie). Yiea mas! (Jenn and me). We went dancing again last night. We didn’t mean to, but my friend Jenn is visiting me from California for a few days and I wanted to take
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You arrived in the city without a map. You anticipated a loss of direction but you forgot that the nights are all so long here, in the North. Here you have lost the edges of the day. There is nothing to stay your pace so you set out on the streets and the air is
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Here’s a little glimpse into how I spend some of my time – Maria-Elena and I went into the music room late on Sunday night and fooled around with her laptop recording studio. This is the Conconne, Brianna Privett on vocals, Maria-Elena Kolovos on piano. Right after this, we played Killing Me Softly then had
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It was a long day yesterday, singing and writing and painting, then a little work on the computers, then home. I wound through the uprooted streets of Paroikia to the marble doorway with the big bright lantern that marks the entrance to my flat, past my front door and the jasmine that breathes into my
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Monday, October 24th was Seamus’ birthday, and his only request was that we all meet in the courtyard of the Aegean Village (our apartments) for a grand potluck. We scoffed – we were going to do that anyway! So Monday night, Kathryn and I flung our doors wide open and Maria-Elena came over with raddichio
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