Thursday, August 11, 2011

Blessed are ye that weep now for ye shall laugh

Anger is quick in this office. People get so mad and furious, red and shaking.

Sadness is deep on the streets. Like the woman I heard wailing outside the market and the untold sadness in the orphan’s eye.

I often try to blink and swallow all this away. But it feels good to shudder and let it pass through.

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