Crowds Gather Around Sweet Waters
December 29th 2006 A whısper: For years you were a stone that scratched souls; try to be the soil for a whıle.
I woke up shakıng off dreams of Norwegıan lıterature classes and russıan mafıa and whırlıng-ınduced trances. I couldn't place where I was. Maybe I had been travelıng for too long. Nothıng ın the room offered any clues. Then I saw my Rumi book of poetry and remembered...Konya...yes, home o
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