Stamati Anagnostou drove way out west in a truck named Constance, where he lived beneath vermilion cliffs. He continued on until he could go no farther, whereupon he bathed his tired flesh in the chilly Pacific. His clean mind watched an eagle soar from a cliff in the mist and he didn’t stop smiling for a week.
SCA NH corps member Stamati
January 31, 2012 •