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le Vagabond: Snippets and Tales from an American Woman in Istanbul
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Funny stories, cultural observations, unique experiences, and various ramblings from an American woman who just up and moved to Istanbul from California on the drop of a hat.
Recent Posts
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Such deaths, I cannot speak of, lapping up the air, the drug unhinges-- nothing to cling to. I face the black steel with empty hands, no history, his face fading, mine plastered to tomorrow. Oh what...
Don\'t try to fix me. I\'m not broken.
A lot of people think that life is about finding happiness by avoiding pain. I'm called crazy by some because I embrace pain. I swim in it at times, because it gives me contrast. It is also nurishment for growth. It is just an emotion, as 'real' as j...
Words
What if wordsonce spokenform a boundaryonce brokenand lose their potential?What I sayis not what I meantor what you heard.So on it goes.Just kiss me,I'm dying....
I Prefer Music
I prefer music buthowever could I sing to you?Wouldn't it be strange?Imagine in cafes and at the marketI hum then hit alto and soprano.People would stare.I'd dance, but that too,goes against the grain.They say people whodance in public whenthere is n...
I Hold Death\'s Hand
I hold death's hand;too many riversI fall into.An audiencelines the riverbankand claps....
Silence
I have been so quiet lately. People keep asking me if there is something wrong.I am worried of being called ''rude'' for not joining in on any conversations.But there is simply nothing I have to say to these people right now. I'm intensely wrapped up...


Very nice blog. Well done. Enjoy your trip.
Posted: May 16th, 2009 | More Reviews From WoFat | Report This Comment