Echoes

Yachica T4, 35mm, iso400

It was Tibet, 1964.  As I slogged along with the Red Army down the muddy road outside your hamlet, I caught your gaze.        Boom.              You were just a little girl following after your missionary mother, teaching villagers how to grow potatoes in rocky soil.  I was seventeen with only an ill-fitting uniform to my name.             Boom.              You had lost your sandal.       Boom.                          I saw you again in Paris some years later.  I had lost my arm.  You had new sandals.    Boom - Boom.  

We walked all the way to Cloud Mountain.

(Reuters) – Mudslides engulfed a town in northwest China on Sunday, killing            at least 127 people and

leaving nearly…

Plum trees were in bloom.       We brewed tea and shared three almonds.  

…as rescue teams…    Boom.

Then we wrote everything down.       After the blossoms fell I dreamed of sandals every night. Boom.

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