tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74150606153718151082012-02-16T11:33:10.511-08:00Erin Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10658223271271261442noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415060615371815108.post-84613544144635916102007-01-21T21:31:00.000-08:002007-01-21T21:36:08.142-08:00If on a winter's night a traveler outside the town of Malbork leaning from the steep slope without fear of wind or vertigo looks down in the gathering shadow in a network of lines that enlace, in a network of lines that intersect, on the carpet of leaves illuminated by the moon around an empty grave, what story down there awaits its end?<br /><br />-Italo Calvino<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7415060615371815108-8461354414463591610?l=withoutfearofwindorvertigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Erin Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10658223271271261442noreply@blogger.com0