Category: Travel
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Cobblestone Dances
Cold and hot, instance and essence, We walked those cobbled streets, exhaling in short puffs to try and hold some of their warmth. ‘Did you see?’ I would say. ‘Do you hear?’ she would say. We discovered which arm positions best suited our frames, Which allowed for the closest proximity and walking fluidity, Like a…
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3 Words, No Sound
We entered this year with crush and explosion, warm bodies and cold air. Shoes lay ramshackle, willy-nilly, with scattered gloves and scarves on that old marble bridge while we purged our systems of excess adrenaline – this could be the realest moment yet. Hold me close, she says, while not saying anything at all. Perhaps…
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Zimbabwe Echoes
Today is one of those days where I can hear the echoes of Zimbabwe in my ears. Its cold winter chill grabs hold of my neck and its Saligna wood fires fill my nose with smoke. I can see Godknows running through an intersection selling his inflatable toys while I haphazardly maneuver around an overloaded…