A Lump in My Throat
Silence, at this moment, is like a cancer lodging in my throat—and I don’t want that anymore. Silence is not my path. Silence was the sheep in Andalusia. But not the oasis, Fatima, the Pyramids in Egypt—or what is yet to come.
Silence, at this moment, is like a cancer lodging in my throat—and I don’t want that anymore. Silence is not my path. Silence was the sheep in Andalusia. But not the oasis, Fatima, the Pyramids in Egypt—or what is yet to come.
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