Behind her pink window, she sat, she looked, she watched, she felt safe, she followed me with her eyes, she questioned me with her mind, and she half smiled when I waved goodbye.
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Day 26~ June 26th~ Xinjiang
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Day Sixty Seven, March 30, 2011
It has been said that the truth of something, anything lies in its essence.
Often this fragile truth is hidden by layers and layers of personality and until those are stripped away, the inner finer core cannot be seen and experienced.
It is the same with everything isn’t it?
The fine being protected by layers of coarse, the soft covered with a layer of hard…
And anything worthwhile must be struggled for.