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more of my village
Did I waste it?
not so much i couldn’t taste it. life should be fragrant; rooftop to the basement.
-bono
An old book, in my old room, by the light of a kerosene lantern.
Pink Lake
Lac Rose has a heavy salt content which causes the waters to turn different shades of pink according to the position of the sun. The salt is harvested from the shallow lake bottom, dried and sent to market.
See the world
Dejeuner
The head is considered the tastiest part of the fish and the eyes a particular delicacy. One man’s fish…
So on the ocean of life we pass
Years later I still remember eyes that met mine on city streets and in museums, on car rapides and in the village. We’re only souls poured into skin, I could have been anyone.






