Saturday, 29. August 2015
Marrakech has become my own oyster that’s compressing me with his grit. I feel the pearl emerging.
On this full moon, I’m reminded of the art of life: of forgetting and remembering. Or, as I read once and have thrown my own twist on: “God is the universe playing hide and go seek with herself.”
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