Muddy Lakes
It is over.
A year and two months in Burma and here I am on the other side.
I am home - cramped up in my over-full bedroom, amongst the piles of parasols, lacquer-ware and newspaper. But this is not really my home anymore. It is a storage space where my parents live.
I am in a daze, where reflection seems dangerous, like stirring the surface of a murky lake.
posted by beckita @ Friday, July 03, 2009
1 Comments:
Dear Becky- Welcome back home. I hope your time in Burma was deeply insightful and I can't wait to properly sit down and talk with you. I'm hoping to come to the West Coast at the end of the year, so I hope to catch up if you are around then. Enjoy your time in South Africa! xox
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