mandag 6. juni 2011


A beautiful, tall, African woman came to me. She woke me up with the gentle
gesture of stroking her index finger softly from my wrist to the middle of my backhand. My eyelids slowly turned upwards, and as I became conscious she handed me a warm cloth so that I could clean my face whilst she was smiling and wishing me a good morning.


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