|The Purple Shamrock|
To be anonymous in the city, walking on the crowded street alone, trying to absorb the beauty and the culture which is so different from where I live. Friendly people, even at the toll booths...it was awesome, while it lasted. But, back to reality it is for another day, week, month, year...do we know for how long? No. No. NO. If she still has a conscious, under all that anger and pain, regrets will fill her soul until there is no room for anything but...
I hope this is not the case. I hope it is all resolved one day. I hope she comes back to the one's that love her more than life itself. I hope it won't be too late.
|Elie Wiesel Boston University|
Elie Wiesel Foundation
|The Home of Samuel Bak|
Pucker Gallery, Boston Massachusetts
This was near the end of my journey.
This was near the end.
This was near.