fast arriving at where i might have been if it weren’t for inept echolocation or the lure of cheap, shiny, barbed things or falling into that Ziguinchor brook and almost drowning.
n’gor
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fast arriving at where i might have been if it weren’t for inept echolocation or the lure of cheap, shiny, barbed things or falling into that Ziguinchor brook and almost drowning.
n’gor
Taylor Davidson
04/01/2009As always, I love the titles to your posts and how they start a thought; yet also curious / worried about where the rest of the thought goes…
kari
04/01/2009thanks for worrying abut me, taylor:) i’m just reflecting. hyperbole. i leave tomorrow for my village and memories. happy and healthy and pensive.
Esther Garvi
04/01/2009She really is poet, isn’t she!
bonnie
04/01/2009love it, as usual!
Erica
04/13/2009I’ll second bonnie.
The title of this post reminds me that I need to watch the movie Whale Rider.