This blog holds my inner conversations. It's that gentle push to blink open your eyes and get going. Think earthly possessions or a simple recipe. Think coffee. This is a blog pulling the lurex threads in an otherwise ordinary piece of fabric.
Saturday, November 03, 2007
when we got out of the bus on the corner of our pension, the air was still, warm and heavy with the scent of jasmins. it was the closest thing i can ever associate with 'home', as familiar as a womb is to a baby.
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