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Kalos BonasiaA country is needed, if only to get away from it allIt is not uncommon to find oneself compelled to undertake lengthy journeys for work, often exceeding 1,000 km from one’s place of…Sep 20
InWorking WeariesbyElio MarpaDeola’s ThoughtsDeola spends the morning sat at the café and no one looks at her. Everyone runs at this time in the city under a sun still fresh of dawn…Oct 16, 2016
InWorking WeariesbyElio MarpaThe widow’s sonEverything can happen in the dusky inn, a starry sky can happen outside, beyond the autumn fog and the must. It can happen to hear from…Sep 24, 2016
InWorking WeariesbyElio MarpaAncestorsAstonished of the world I received an age when I stroke my fists in the air and wept by myself. Listening to men and women’s speeches…Sep 22, 2016
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