I looked for my tribe here and there. Wanting to belong somewhere. All day I thought about it, then at night I had to say it – student life is not easy, but being student is a wheezy, till you find that perfect ambrosia for a soul from elsewhere but mind of a Richardus Sophista. […]
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First winter
Frozen greens – on rolling hills. I know the owner as he prepares Christmas carols to sing. Heisse Marroni stands are up, darkest month filled up with light and love. I stand here waiting and watching train-tracks fill up with snow. A thought occurred as footprints of many appeared this morn. I too saw your […]
ANTHROPOLOGY OF LOVE 