We all have something, even if it doesn’t have a name. There might not be any reason for it to be there, in our life. At least, none that we can think of. Maybe the reason lurks so far below we don’t even know it — couldn’t possibly imagine it — because we’re afraid to [...]
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Drawing from the prison.
::From my Nicaragua 2009 trip.:: We refer to it as a fort, but I guess, whenever we’re told about it by our Nicaraguan friends, it comes out as theeprison that it was. Its stories are those of awful torture done by the Contras to the Sandinistas. Admittedly, I don’t want to think about it. It’s [...]
