hello moon. |
rivers: 27 November 2002, 3:25 pm. |
Kazan is my second favorite city in Russia, although the Tatarsky theater bit and that one store wouldn't sell me the purse i wanted. I ate turkish food and walked up hills in the biting painful cold. It was night and the sky was pink and there was a burnt out old green building looming up behind a street lamp. i stood barefoot and very still in a mosque listening to a young boy chant after his father-teacher. The mature voice and the young voice ringing high off of the walls. There was the Volga. I smoked cigarettes and slid on the ice. There were hills. |
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