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August 2015

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Leaving Lisbon

Portugal

In Lisbon, every cobblestone is a drum, every tile on a facade, a stringed instrument. Lisbon’s streets and buildings are full-fledged orchestras; andante; allegro; crescendo; adagio. My canvas-bound feet knows the rhythm and keeps the tempo…or perhaps, the streets know mine.

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The Black Body

Race

A black body (also blackbody) is an idealized physical body that absorbs all incident electromagnetic radiation, regardless of frequency or angle of incidence. In a conversation with a friend last week, she reminded me that “we’re spirits having human experiences.”…

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