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the weight of kindness…

  I was taking money out of a cash point in a sprawling La Paz bus terminal, feeling more than a little exposed in the clear glass cubicle that seemed to magnify the curious eyes looking my way. Sometimes I … Continue reading

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this moment…

I’m a sitting on a bus between a place my guidebook describes as ‘prickling with menace’ and another it calls ‘industrial, poor, dangerous and not recommended for visitors’. The words alone have me feeling a little on edge and uneasy. … Continue reading

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rum drunk sunshine…

I am drunk on warmth, the scent of my skin, on speaking with smiles more than words. I am drunk on a dash of derelict, the pastel shades of decadenace decayed, shabby chic, on revolutionary zeal on peeling posters. I … Continue reading

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unfinished imperfect…

This morning we were greeted by a soggy pool on the office floor. We clustered around it, trying to figure the puzzle, checking out the options. It wasn’t raining so the ceiling shouldn’t have been leaking. The pool was far … Continue reading

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music in the night…

Music drifts through my open window. The ghosts of drums, voices, old rhythms stilling the chatter of a hundred thousand insect serenades. Tiny loves blending through the expansive shades of black. The unknown words speak fluently of all I cannot … Continue reading

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