Monday, July 12, 2010

Door With No Handle

Walking in Accra, patterns of light and shade against concrete walls tricked me. Suddenly I was a calm-eyed kid, observing downtown Austin, Texas. The whole time in Accra, I kept flipping eight years old. Where was the portal? How did a combination of energy, cement, oleander, and heat become summation of all childhood peace, and well-being?

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