Thursday, May 29, 2008
A Beginning
As a kid, I remember looking out the kitchen door, poking my head out to catch the first whiffs of the monsoons. The aroma of the first of many drops on sun-baked terra firma will always stay with me. I have had a simple childhood. It's always slow days, the hours stretching away to bare a grudge that's been there as long as I can remember.
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