Words don't work. English words don't work. So I'm here to learn new ones of new places, which hold the weight of new people, I've not yet met.
I've been living in a cave for 5 days on end. It's been so good that the earth shook and split Chile, causing us to wake up off the New Zealand beaches...pull our heads out of the sand...sit upon a mountain with sheep and lollies just to think about the earth's structure, power and the impression we're making upon it.
From city to country, city to country...everyday I travel. Dunedin is a town built for adventurers to bump into eachother, so that later they can meet up in the suburbs of Gaza Strip in Israel, the gardens of Toulouse, France or the fields of Rotorua - mountains high and valleys low. To cook, to share, to think, to be. To exchange a smile. To live together for awhile.
Word of warning, words of wisdom...on a full moon's night at high tide, bridge yourself a barrier between oceans edge and your fire. Might just save your dregs come morning's rise.
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