Showing posts with label sorrow. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sorrow. Show all posts

Monday, 11 March 2013

Moleskine Pages - Steal A March On Time

    " She slept through everything, thinking this way she could cheat pain and steal a march on time.
       they woke her every time there was sorrow to be had. It gave them pleasure to share the load."

Sunday, 30 October 2011

Moleskine Diary pages Oct 2011

The bird calls out what sounds like "Where's my sister?" in Arabic. It does it persistently , in a sad, plaintive manner that gave me the creeps. On the walk back from school in Baghdad, I'd hear a whole flock of them asking " Where's my sister?". It sounded so sad. In my world birds have insight and a sacred knowledge that we humans are not privy to.
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