- this is a tale of striking out alone - learning to dance with fear, to march barefoot and bold, and to trade comfort for wild and brutal dreaming and living. It's about wishing and hoping, longing and trying, and whatever I choose to write about in between. It's about social justice and the struggle between marveling at the beauty of life and opening my eyes to hell.
Saturday, June 16, 2012
weathering the rainstorm. the wind that is blessedly cool to me makes
Left to right - Kazi, 5 - Jhaco - 12, Arnou - 2, Exose - 7