Wherever I am, the world comes after me.
It offers me its busyness. It does not believe that I do not want it.
Now I understand why the old poets of China went so far
and high into the mountains, then crept into the pale mist.
"The Old Poets of China" by Mary Oliver

Awarding Ceremonies

 Awarding Ceremonies

Winners for Best Paper, Best Presentation, and Best Presenter will be announced, as well as the winners for the photo competition.