Tuesday, May 6, 2008


There's a dust storm outside, a big one--it's never rainish outside but it is now. I can hear the wind crashing against todd's windows. It reminds me of st Petersburg and how we all went crazy because of the white nights. It's hard not to go a little insane when the light changes and stays opening like that. Right now all the dust has it a different light than any I have seen in Mongolia and it feels like my mind is a man trying to keep his hat on in the wind.

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samraat said...