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dancing alone…

The days are all chilled and I am always tired. I am tired of remembering when I want to forget and forgetting when I need to remember. For a few hours a day I see sun light though the office … Continue reading

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fiesta…

Every once in a while I stumble on a lovely something I was not expecting and I do love the surprises that fall like gifts in my path. I arrived in La Paz at 7am after a long ┬ánight on … Continue reading

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wish I was dancing….

I have loved Bangladesh, bright, brilliant, filthy, but I am almost out of time here. So here I am, groping for answers as to what and where should come next, swinging madly from one choice to another on an almost … Continue reading

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another 4am..

I have danced my high heels flat on rough stones. Circled strong arms in a club curled around the roots of a towering tree,the only roof the streaming starlit black. Death is in my mind, whispering secrets. It tells me … Continue reading

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these things I am thankful for..

Lately I’ve realised that gratitude, like good grapes, must be lovingly cultivated. It is an art rather than accident; a habit I’m encouraging to sink through me, to colour me and leave me a little more vivid, a little more … Continue reading

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