fragments

Everyone tells in their own way and their own time. Thinking again about Dawac stories. How much hunger there is in this culture, how much impatience to have it just so. There is an emptiness that will never be refilled. Sit with that awhile.

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2 thoughts on “fragments

  1. still sitting. still stewing. still feeling uncomfortable w/ the grief and loss. but still processing (that grief). thank you for your thoughts and words =)

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