There is something in the white trunked birches of Russia that dumbs my mind and irritates my flesh. Every May, their leaves, still small and weak from just being born into the world, provoke me to exhaustion and the coughing and sneezing begins. This 11th spring of my Moscow years, is the worst, and the congestion becomes a bronchitis which[Read More...]
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