a writer's notebook: "write a little every day, without hope, without despair" - isak dinesen
Saturday, April 11, 2009
Sunset...
The sun sets early here on the eastern edge of Africa. It's my last walk of the day and although I experienced a strange pang of loneliness earlier, my afternoon budded and then blossomed as the layers of a person I've met began peeling away: I'm intrigued, curious and strangely-excitedly at ease..and in expectation.
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