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Pagodas in Bagan

Pagodas in Bagan by Rodney Koeneke YOU HAVE left me with a beautiful thing. Looted (not sacked) I stand empty as pagodas in Bagan, while you have moved your capital upriver.

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I Find Myself European, Still

I Find Myself European, Still by Rodney Koeneke I FIND myself European, still watching the bodies in Colonel Chabert pile up in the dark on my blue TV. It makes you think how true it is: we have no monopoly … Continue reading

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