Jul 16, 2010


"In my dreams he lurks: on open roads, at the water hole, the barber shop, the ice cream stand, in the gardens. He exists in the shadows, behind open doors, in the tall grass, a driver passing by. I cannot make out his face, always obscured. If only I could make out his face, I might begin to shake him from my mind..."

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