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Awakening a Memory
I have walked a thousand country miles - watched the falcons pirouette in the summer sky; lunched upon bitter green apples and fermented mangoes and napped beneath the hot luminous clock; quenched my...
View ArticleThe Winter Years
These are my winter years - when regret and recrimination ravage the soul. Half-remembered memories rattle like marbles in my brain-pan, conspiring against my forward vision. My voice but an opium...
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