Thursday, April 30, 2009

Mali

I adore my wife. She is unlike any human being I have met, heard of or read about. Mali has no race. She has no gender. Her sociopolitical and religious views are a light mist and her dreams, aspirations, flaws and quirks are just a byproduct of what it means to be Mali. She is a necessary contradiction in a simple omniverse called Virgilio.

 

 

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