Sunday, November 21, 2010
against the whitewashed walls
we came full circle when we sat against the stupa's whitewashed walls, in silence. much had been said and so much more left unsaid and undone. but in that silence, we came from uncertainty to uncertainty- a full circle of looking at the future with one eye, even when we knew we'd found our place to stay.
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