Jan 2 2012

by ruddyruminations

Back then, Morocco, Afghanistan

How exciting to be a man. When the world was still wild. When there was risk in adventure. A life spent bringing goods from place to place, meeting strangers along the way. Dependent upon the hospitality of others.

Nowadays who can speak for the unknown. That thing we feared so greatly that we broke its legs and let them heal improper. So that, even now, its wild gait is affected. 

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