I would hurl words into this darkness and wait for an echo,
and if an echo sounded, no matter how faintly, I would send other words
to tell, to march, to fight,
to create a sense of hunger for life that gnaws in us all.
-R. Wright
Monday, December 15, 2008
a time when we were together:
When you live in a place like this...
and this is just a typical friday night at home...
you begin to understand the invaluable rarity of the mix of people closest to you.
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