Smell of sweet olive. Picking satsumas, kumquats, lemons, whatever overhung the sidewalk. Japanese plums from the tree in front of the house . . .
Just before the Avenue of Eternal Peace stand the snow white headquarters of the China Women’s Organization . . .
Tennessee Is Burning | Why I Couldn’t Write | Final Days, 2016
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the Winter Olympics were held in Garmisch-Partenkirchen, a small town in Bavaria. Relatives of mine—of hers—lived there, generations ago . . .Read More
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