a doctor of physical therapy, a teacher, a photographer, an author, a reader, a musician, a wannabe linguist, a rockclimber, a backpacker, a traveler, a friend, a listener, an advisor, a thinker, a citizen - neither of Athens nor of Greece but of the world, and a shaft of sunlight drifting, ever drifting...
Friday, September 23, 2005
Tulips over Red Ceramic - Prague (April 2004)
Listen to the words of time - spoken ever-so-softly but wrought of iron.
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