Of life, longing, death and love in test tubes...
Unopened envelopes from the Eurpoean Union for A, sitting in the office mail tray.
Inside, a sedate newsletter probably sits smug, never to be opened, for A has long gone to a cold place, for a better life. It reminds me of the days she was there to open them.
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Huge clumps of snow whiten the lawns of Capitol, Washington DC. Not four months ago, when I stood on green grass setting African Adio's profile against the sheer whiteness, the might of Capitol. I can nearly see myself there, wrapped up against the cold, kicking the snow on the sidewalk as I walk to Kinkos. Writing American Pie - Slice 3.
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Wondering what loss means to a man. Hari, if you need strength, lean on me.
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Life is invitro fertilisation. The best egg with the best sperm fused in a test tube, to produce achiever kids. The doctor shakes the test tube, becomes the creator. Life giver, Goddess, who fills a mother's aching womb. Lovely babies smiling in their sleep. Digitally frozen.