Sometimes I want to write things down. Heart leaps in spring time. Bluebells fade to the earth. The light under the door of the ticket office spreads onto the platform as the door opens. Robin goes towards it as a man comes out. Single for Paddington, please, Robin mumbles. A whistle sounds, the train draws out of the station leaving a solitary figure in the damp morning.

Red arrows, falmouth, 13 August 2015. Chalk red, blue,. Dirty sighs from sharp shined jets. Abdominal muscles press through to spines and hands press. Through grass blades to the earth; grip the cold metallic frame of deckchairs,. And the eyes they overreach, searching the thin lines between joy and fear. I suspend us and run back, past. More aisles than I remembered. There were, an elastic.

Just thought this picture was funny. Monday, December 25, 2006. I then went back down to Tamil Nadu, visited family, and accompanied new Fellow, Roshini, down to her NGO partner in Dindigul. It was great to see the beginnings of a new project and new relationships I left India soon afterwards, spending a week in Malaysia on my way back to the U. Saturday, June 24, 2006.

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