Overhead lighting spot lights the dark hallway. The atmosphere is a bit oppressive and downright spooky. Yet somehow it also leaves an impression of money and luxury. Dressed in a very nice pant suite, toes squashed in high-heeled pointy shoes, I follow three gentleman into, what seems to be, a show room. The lighting is much better here. What a relief! 8220;What do you think? 8221; asks Donald senior. The other day, after .

A journey through my literary universe! Americanah by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie. Indeed no, she would find a way to solidify the amorphous until it was recognizable and beautiful in the way only the right words can be.

And then my suitcase began to sing. What I Learnt on a Bike Ride to the Bank.

Wednesday, January 13, 2010. Most people are still stirring on their mats or cots I suppose; for their Aavin. So he loves me and would only sit on my lap while his hair was being cut. Unlike me, they need to go to school. 8220;Not ready for school yet, still in your petticoat? 8217;s family moved into my house. Some drawn by very skilled women and others merely to get the job done. Will be leaning over the balcony looking for me to get back and appa.

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New Spaces in Old Places. Ironically, we had set out with the intent to again paddle around the Old Mission Harbor at Haserot Beach. But with winds out of the east, there was more chop than we felt like fighting. Walking, Walking, Walking on Trails.

The Official 2015 TBR Pile Challenge. My Cousin Totoro Anime Blog. In 2001, German writer, W. Sebald published his final novel which won the National Book Critics Circle Award.

And photography has been th farthest thing from my mind the last few weeks.

Breaking Through the Low, Middle and High.