 | | 2014-07-25 19:03
From blog Messages on a Napkin
STYLING MAXI DRESSES
Back when I was in India I remember meeting this older traveler- a Swedish old man colored by the life of a vagabond. Tan, weathered skin, with wrinkles that ran happy rather than sad under his eyes and around his mouth. Like lines of poetry that promised how beautiful life was if only you noticed. Long silver hair swept up into a messy ponytail similar to mine. Scars and tattoos running up his arms like torn pages out of a story and not quite covered by his sleeves. And the reason I remembered him was because we were both waiting to hear about information on a bus, and were sitting there quietly side by side, just enjoying the fact that we were somewhere...
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