...It`s snowing, the boy said. He looked at the sky. A single gray flake sifting down.He caught it in his hand and watched it expire there like the last host of christendom. (From Corman McCarthy, THE ROAD)
May 25, 2006
back in Kholat, left Yokam today, two weeks of rice, chicken, rain and frogs. The pool smoothes me like a tailorcut suit. Cool, yes but safe, never!
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