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Damon Falke is an American writer living in northern Norway.  His work includes, among others, By Way of Passing, Now at the Uncertain Hour, and Laura, or Scenes from a Common World.  Much of his work considers relationships between memory and the present, particularly as they are expressed through objects and landscapes.  In addition to writing, he has lived and traveled broadly, both as a traveler and a sportsman.  Greece, Nepal, Tibet, Tasmania, Hungry, New Zealand, Slovenia, East Texas and the American West have, in different ways, touched his work. Concepts of place and places themselves are essential to his writing for what they speak of history and of the stories we keep.  His half-acre in the far north is a good location for finding these things and for looking out of the kitchen window.

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I woke up today and made a cup of tea. It’s a little after 4:30 AM when I do this. It’s dark outside, but I look anyway. In another couple of months the sun will be shining through my kitchen window, even at 4 AM. Then, in another couple of months, the sun will have been up all night.

This morning, after I stared out of the window and after I made tea, I took a seat in the re-covered wingback chair in my living room. The living room joins the dining room, which amounts to two antique Bergere chairs, a pecan wood credenza, my grandmother’s 100 year old dining table, and two bookcases. One of the bookcases holds the poetry. The other bookcase holds a few of the art books and a modest collection of Easton Press editions. There are old editions of Turgenev, Henry Van Dyck, Richard Jeffers, and a 1961 four volume set of early writings from The Spectator. The wingback is centered between a moulding panel that divides the living room from the dining room. The panel is 10.75“ wide. I know this because I measured it. I measured it because I was curious. It’s important never to do anything out of boredom. Boredom is the domain of dull children or the near dead.