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Saturday, April 2, 2011

Odd ...

This night has no color but I can see shadows of two ghosts … One is bleeding and the other is shooting. One is shaking and the other is raping. One is dyeing and the other is drunk. This lonely lamp on the street which is lighting only one way of the road, can not relieve the truth.

Odd, these shadows moving forward hidden away… moving heading toward the edge fighting. Odd, to see shadows of two ghosts in the end of the tunnel … One is crawling and the other standing still. Odd, the reality is the shining sun and the truth is purple roses upon the White Mountain.

Nour Badr--- Sat. 2/4/2011

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