"As she talks, her lips breathe spring roses: I was Chloris, who am now called Flora."
2012/05/08
leaving the commune in two months. can’t begin to describe how sad it is for me.
how can one leave all this green and blue and yellow and go back to grey concrete?
2011/10/12
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Petra, Jordan
In august I spent two weeks in a kibbutz almost bordering Jordan, at night I used to look at their cities lights, it was so beautiful. I dream of the day people in the middle east will be able to share their culture with each other.
