Chandro,
I'll always remember that feeling. That feeling when we hugged in those times, in those places. You showed me something I hadn't quite seen before. I'm sure you'll never read this, and I doubt we'll ever meet again, but this is a small candle I light for you. For those few moments when I didn't feel like a beggar.
This is the small language I'm trying to nourish.
Thursday, December 21, 2006
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