Greetings,
The opportunity of being on location, scouting film destinations is how you become native. You speak in mono-syllables and sleep forever as long as forever is. Be resilent, strong, cunning, exiled in cast off pajama clothing with floral designs and cartoon characters from dead regimes.
Especially on a Sunday near blue flowing rivers wearing tattoos along its arms climbing over sun burned shoulders as a tall Jaguar reveals her skin song. Her French big game hunter takes his time scaling long limbs, drowning inside wild black eyes exploring a thin Apsara dancer neck smelling desire unlike pleasure, a source of suffering, pain and hatred hearing rainbow heartbeat, exploring mountains, clearing brush, lighting a fire as his dogs flush prey.
What you don't see is fascinating.
Orange sun fires trees.
Six people on a cycle pass.
A voice asks for help.
A woman desperate for love/security frames her vision through SLR optic glass.
Before and now mean the same.
A neglected girl learns how to sew in a safe environment.
A silver spoon decorates glass with music.
A young girl draws portraits with poise and serenity.
A gardener waters yellow and purple orchids at dawn.
A stranger sits in a local market.
Cui Weiping, a female Chinese literature professor prevented from attending an international poetry conference as punishment for believing in free speech.
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Metta.