we have worlds beyond the worlds, we have mountains beyond the mountains, yet the legend is always the same, yet death is never the truth, but the limitation, yet death is never the limitation, but the only metaphor. If I write rose, it blooms in my hand; If I die, I am the flesh of void.
TIA~ where marked in my life for those 20 month, although not this deep and this true, but the shock and learn stay the same. leave in same one word but through diverse life. TIA, this is Africa.