More this afternoon, but for now: a teaser of the gorgeousness of modern Vietnamese painting….
Moons ago, someone carved me a nickname into the sand. The tide came and swept my name away. That name was "Sputnitsa," which means "fellow traveler" in Russian.
The price of anything is the amount of life you exchange for it. ~ Henry David Thoreau
Seek, and Ye May Find
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