Here I am.
These days have been good.
I have taken buses to places I had perhaps seen before but had no memory of.
I have seen whole cities built on sandstone and heard stories of the stones.
I have spent a day on a new toothpaste alone and no change of clothes.
And I have seen Gods become soggy lumps of clay on sticks.
Yet, I have lived. And I have loved.
Photo: Pushkar, 2011
3 comments:
As though to breathe were life.
still vanderlusting. evocative!
You know what i love the most about your style? the curious way you can be economical with words, yet be remarkably expansive with emotions...
That's a nice photograph. :)
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