from leaving my work of three years, to random travels, to the east coast (how bizarre)
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
This poem by a Persian poet was near me the whole time I was in Minneapolis and I never saw it. I couldn't have been more than half a mile away. The picture is too big to put here.
I wish I could read the original--my dad wasn't thinking at all, how could he not have taught me Persian?
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