I write, you read, life goes on. The Photographer, Part 7. The Photographer, Part 7. We both have a bunch of stuff to do tomorrow, but this has been great. I stood up and stretched, trying to look tired. Helen looked up from the couch, though I was following her lead, I could tell she was losing her nerve. Marcia looked first at me and then at Helen. Can you just stay a bit longer? We can stay a little while longer.

Yet the linger of our patchouli rings. Again you ask, once more for my neck. And I as your whore consider it. Breath reserved to cover our seed. Bourn, a succulence so rapturous. As to be declared indecent. A gaggle of morning moanings. That the neighbors had coveted. Punishing the unwitting likes of you. Too long lain with snakes. In the way of our elders.

Makran de tussein daal pkawo, krodh da lawo tarrka. Hmee jmee pae khaawo peewo, na dur te na koi khatka. Eh maujan char deharray, aakhar tur jana jae. Sacheyan de tussein kro na gal, ik din ja pachhtana jae. Bughz kdoortan naal beeba, vadh vadh khedo gatka. Hirsan havsan tussan mar chadeya, aqlon dher nadanan. Dunya dunya jap na thakko, dunya chad tussein tur janan.

I know that faith is easy. When everything is going well. But can you still believe in Me. Seem to quickly fade away. I really want to know.

World in a Grain of Sand. A blog for VCE Literature students. To Tweet or not to Tweet? May 16, 2014. Think about how you could incorporate Claudius and Polonius and their spying on Ophelia and her conversation with Hamlet. Posted in after the quake.