Cosa fareste voi se una vostra amica, che non sentite da secoli, vi spedisse dall’Inghilterra i cofanetti della prima e della seconda serie di Dr Quinn, Medicine Woman, senza un motivo apparente?
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"All this he saw, for one moment breathless and intense, vivid on the morning sky; and still, as he looked, he lived; and still, as he lived, he wondered."
― Kenneth Grahame, The Wind in the Willows
Cosa fareste voi se una vostra amica, che non sentite da secoli, vi spedisse dall’Inghilterra i cofanetti della prima e della seconda serie di Dr Quinn, Medicine Woman, senza un motivo apparente?
A Jury of Her Peers by Susan Glaspell At first glance, A Jury of Her Peers by Susan Glaspell might appear to be a little novel tucked away in the archives of early 20th-century American literature. However, beneath its seemingly simple narrative lies a profound
I’m on vacation in Southern France, and yesterday we wandered into L’Océan de Léa, an immersive world crafted entirely from paper at the Centre des Congrès OcéaNice in Nice. The installation is a vast, dreamy seascape sculpted by the master origami-artist Junior Fritz Jacquet, and it’s definitely
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A Jury of Her Peers by Susan Glaspell At first glance, A Jury of Her Peers by Susan Glaspell might appear to be a little novel tucked away in the archives of early 20th-century American literature. However, beneath its seemingly simple narrative lies a profound
I’m on vacation in Southern France, and yesterday we wandered into L’Océan de Léa, an immersive world crafted entirely from paper at the Centre des Congrès OcéaNice in Nice. The installation is a vast, dreamy seascape sculpted by the master origami-artist Junior Fritz Jacquet, and it’s definitely
A werewolf story by Alexandre Dumas père. Chapter XXIII: The Anniversary As soon as Thibault ceased to hear the furious cries of his pursuers Behind him, he slackened his pace, and the usual silence again reigning through out the forest, he paused and sat down on a
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LoScrittoreFantasma
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Shelidon
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