I cut a mango this way and always think of her. So long ago. And I let her go. The mangoes here are not so sweet. A little more bitter than Australia. Or is that also just a preferential recollection of a fading memory?
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I was digging into Stephen Mitchell‘s The Second Book of the Dao one day back in January (over a lovely Red Snapper Soup @ Granville Island) when a passage in the second chapter inspired the following poem. Before and After Before sorrow, longing Before longing, anger Before anger, pain Before […]