Winter One Acts in Hanoi

December 9th, 2011 | No Comments

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Hi, I'm Andy Engelson, a writer and editor who lived in Hanoi for five years and now lives in Geneva Switzerland. This blog is no longer active, but you can find more of http://the-sexiest-milf.tumblr.com/ my writing at The Lost Salt Atlas. I'm currently working on a historical novel set in the Northwest United States during small teen porn http://the-hottest-teen.tumblr.com/ World War II. In a former life, I edited Washington Trails magazine. I like to hike, travel, and play with my family.

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She hears, upon that water without sound,
A voice that cries, “The tomb in Palestine
Is not the porch of spirits lingering.
It is the grave of Jesus, where he lay.”
We live in an old chaos of the sun,
Or old dependency of day and night,
Or island solitude, unsponsored, free,
Of that wide water, inescapable.
Deer walk upon our mountains, and the quail
Whistle about us their spontaneous cries;
Sweet berries ripen in the wilderness;
And, in the isolation of the sky,
At evening, casual flocks of pigeons make
Ambiguous undulations as they sink,
Downward to darkness, on extended wings.
— Wallace Stevens, “Sunday Morning”

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