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“That’s the Hindu Kush Mountains, the killer of Hindus.” An Afghan man sitting next to me on the Ariana Afghan Airlines flight from Dubai to Kabul leaned over and explained. Outside the window, the flat desert lands of Iran and southern Afghanistan suddenly gave way to barren blue and gray ridgebacks, like waves of a stormy sea. I thought about the land I was visiting and wondered how stormy the political situation would be during my upcoming visit to this war weary land. As I was leaving for the San Francisco airport twenty-four plus hours ago, a friend called: “Have you been listening to the news. There’s just been another bombing in central Kabul, many people killed and injured, Methylphenobarbital canada, mexico, india, and an assassination attempt on President Karzai. Do you think you should delay your departure?”
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How can this be when all around are bombed buildings, destroyed roads, adults and children with missing legs, piles of rusting tanks and crashed planes, cheap Methylphenobarbital no rx. I sought to learn more about this strong pulse of life that was throbbing here.
My lifelong work for women’s rights and the horrors of the Taliban especially pulls me to this part of the world. Imagine being confined inside your house with the windows painted black, only being permitted outside when accompanied by a male relative, being beaten for even showing a bit of wrist, and even stoned to death at the whim of a perhaps disgruntled husband who wants to be rid of you? Imagine not being permitted any education or access to earning a livelihood, receiving medical care, Methylphenobarbital no prescription, or even an occasional visit to the public bath as you have no running water in your simple house. Methylphenobarbital For Sale, I wanted to learn more and see what I could do to help.
PART 1 Beyond the Burning Burqas: My First Visit with Afghan Women
Two years earlier, June 2000, the Taliban were still in power in Afghanistan. Their treatment of women is the ultimate in man’s inhumanity to women. Could any of us do something to help. Living in France at the time, I met a group of exiled Afghan women. Along with some French women, we organized a conference near the Afghan border in Dushanbe, Tajikistan, as it was still impossible to have such a gathering inside Afghanistan, Methylphenobarbital For Sale. There we met with over 300 Afghan women who had escaped across the Afghan-Tajik border and were living at the time in this former Soviet republic. Our goal was to help them write up “A Declaration of the Essential Rights of Afghan Women, Methylphenobarbital australia, uk, us, usa,” based on United Nations’ documents. Major elements of our work were eventually incorporated into the new Afghan Constitution.
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“Persecution of women is a method to install terrorism in order to paralyze society, to create a submissive society,” Khalida Messaoudi, Deputy from the Algerian government opened the conference with these words. She is a petite, auburn-haired powerhouse. Facing death threats everyday of her life and surrounded by security guards, she was a central force in uniting the Algerian women and ousting Algeria’s version of the Taliban and in establishing representative democracy in her country, Methylphenobarbital pics. “Imagine,” she said to me later in the lobby, “right wing Christian fanatics, armed with automatic weapons, taking over Washington, D.C., and the U.S. Methylphenobarbital For Sale, government. Methylphenobarbital duration, This is the situation in Afghanistan with the Taliban.”
During meals, the stories poured into my ears:
A young woman at our table told me she had three children and that her pilot husband was killed in an airplane crash. “I hated the burqa,” she said. “With the burqa, you always have eye ache and headache. It is especially difficult for women who wear eyeglasses.”
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Another woman who had escaped from a Taliban controlled area told me: “The Taliban took seven hundred women hostage. More than 2000 people were killed when they took Kabul. They sold and raped many women, using them as sex slaves. Aged and disabled people, they left to suffocate in closed barracks in temperatures over 110 degrees.”
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Habeeba, an engineer, said: “When the Taliban leave, the women will burn their burqas, Methylphenobarbital dangers, the men will shave their beards, and there will be music on every corner.” The burning has begun but much remains to be done.
On my last afternoon in Tajikistan, a number of women friends from the conference arranged a country outing. Methylphenobarbital For Sale, We drove out in two vans and picnicked by a fast-moving river, surrounded by sunlit mountains which led on toward Afghanistan. A thin business woman in a tailored dress crouched down and drummed a Middle Eastern beat on an overturned rusty metal table. Soon one after another of the women began belly dancing. Small girls joined us. One woman drew me into the circle, the others clapping around us, Methylphenobarbital treatment. Repeatedly, they said something to me that sounded like “Hurhun.” The word sounded uncomfortably close to a term I wouldn’t want to be called and wondered if somehow my behavior was unacceptable, Methylphenobarbital For Sale.
Back at the hotel, when we hugged goodbye, I took a deep breath and asked: “What does “hurhun” mean.
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PART 2 Afghanistan: The Friendliest Country
After the fall of the Taliban the following year, I flew to Afghanistan as part of a human rights delegation sponsored by the San Francisco based organization Global Exchange. There were eleven of us, mainly young Afghan-Americans and me. Methylphenobarbital For Sale, Our mission was to assess the state of Afghan culture and the arts and set up projects to help both immediately and in the long-term. In addition, I planned to visit women’s projects and learn about specific ways I might be able to get involved..
The cover on an Afghan tourism brochure from the 1970’s that I found in a Kabul bookstore announced “Afghanistan, The Friendliest Country.” Believe it or not, that’s what I’ve found during my visits there and with the continuing friendships I have with Afghan people, taking Methylphenobarbital.
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We purchased a few hundred dollars worth of electrical supplies and helped get the lights back on in the Kabul University library reading room where we saw students hunched over books in the darkened rooms. Every department at the University needed international assistance. The music department lack instruments. The Fine Arts department wrote out a prioritized list of supplies they needed, Methylphenobarbital For Sale. Before we left, we dropped off paper, Methylphenobarbital online cod, paints, and clay.
At the National Archives, the director took me into a room where mounds of deliberately ripped canvases lay stacked. However, the establishment reopened and they were hanging a show of recent paintings while we were there. At the University as well as the National Library, we examined cases displaying books that the Taliban shot through or shredded with knives as all images are forbidden under their extreme rule. Methylphenobarbital For Sale, I visited an orphanage that housed more than one thousand children but had no running water or functioning plumbing. Children made a game out of taking turns at a single hand pump in the schoolyard, Methylphenobarbital price, coupon. A fifth grade class of orphaned girls sang for us: "Afghanistan, you are now my mother, and I must take care of you." Over the next days, we purchased pillows and wool mittens for the children.
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As we clambered up the steep gravelly hillside, from the flat roof of a mud and stone dwelling, a man on crutches waved at me and, with a smile, beckoned me over, Methylphenobarbital For Sale. Canada, mexico, india, As I approached him, I could see he had those movie star good looks of many Afghan men: gorgeous symmetrical features, muscular build, dark hair and beard, and expressive dark eyes. “Come in, have tea with my family,” he said through the university student who was my translator. I was having trouble staying upright on the steep slope and wondered as we entered his tattered house how my new friend managed on his crutches, Methylphenobarbital used for.
He introduced himself as Ashref. Methylphenobarbital For Sale, “I’ve fought against the Soviets and the Taliban to protect my family and little community here. I’m the mayor,” he told me in a matter of fact way, a broad smile on his face. A mine had blown one of his legs off, he explained, and he showed me various holes in his chest and back from mortar fire. Where can i buy cheapest Methylphenobarbital online, In spite of his personal history, he joked constantly and was one of the most jovial people I’ve ever known. His wife, a beautiful woman with those special golden green eyes seen on some Afghans, interrupted to tell me, "My husband is a very good man.”
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“Now we have peace,” he said, “and peace is everything.”
PART 3 TWO YEARS LATER
When I entered the unheated old cinema building in central Kabul, where until recently the Taliban had banned all films, the electricity went out for several minutes and I stood in the pitch dark with about one thousand Afghan women. They had traveled from all corners of Afghanistan to be here, Methylphenobarbital recreational, on planes, on donkeys, and on foot.
Two years had past since my last visit to this country. The specific occasion this time was a women’s conference to prepare materials for the new Constitution at their Loya Jirga, or Constitutional Convention. Methylphenobarbital For Sale, For three days we sat in a packed hall for about eight hours each day, witnessing what the American Institute for Democracy, which helped fund the conference, described as “true grass roots democracy at work.”
Like a dam had broken, these women demanded every possible right and a perfect society. “We want freedom to wear what we wish. We want to be free to marry whom we wish or not to marry. No more polygamy, no violence, free education, health care. We want the right to ride bicycles.”
A few days later, some of their proposals were in fact added to the new Constitution, including a twenty-five percent requirement of women in the Parliament. Of course, enforcement is another story, Methylphenobarbital For Sale.
One afternoon, my plan was to find Ashreef, my one legged Mujahadeen friend, again, to see how he and his family were doing, and bring them photos from my last visit as well as gifts. With a few friends, I drove to the place in Kabul where the hills rise up from the bed of the Kabul River and where I recalled meeting Ashreef two years earlier. Street names or numbers don’t exist here. When we showed my photos to some people, they recognized him immediately, as he is well respected in his community. Methylphenobarbital For Sale, "He's at the mosque," and they ran to get him. Within minutes, rushing down the street on crutches toward me, with a new artificial limb, was Ashreef. We were both very moved by our reunion, tears streaming down both our faces. Somehow this illiterate warrior and I have a close bond.
"Diane," he said, "we spoke of you often throughout the year. I looked at the little blue card you left with us, especially when I was sick or felt sad, and the thought of you always raised my spirits and made me feel happy again, Methylphenobarbital For Sale. Last evening I had a dream you were coming back and my wife and I spoke of you." We spent a couple of hours talking over tea, nuts, and raisins in his modest but well kept tiny mud brick house.
He says he is an Islamist: women should have full rights to have careers, to go to the university, but still he believes they should wear the hijab. "We are Moslems, we want to respect our women wearing the cover. It is not the burqa which is the point but the freedom to move about in their lives, to live full lives, that is important. Methylphenobarbital For Sale, However, after conversing for over 1 1/2 hours, Ashreef said to me, "I've been at war for over 15 years, that's all I know. I am thinking that maybe my mind and ideas haven't developed as they should be. Maybe I need to rethink some of these new ideas especially regarding women and expand my mind and thoughts."
Then he turned to the two young Swedish women journalists who were with me, "You are my guests, but Diane is no longer a guest.” My heart stopped for a moment. Had I offended him in some way.
“Diane is now part of our family."
When William Faulkner accepted the Noble Prize for Literature in 1950, he talked about the human ability to endure and prevail: “When the last ding dong of doom has clanged and faded in the last dying evening… there will be one more sound, that of the puny human voice saying ‘I refuse to accept this.” That’s the voice I hear in Afghanistan.
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I was only concerned that I didn't have to take this ferry by myself if you didn't show up. I'm not sure where we're going next!
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(Selection from Hymn to Audrey)
As I freed her ashes into the azure water, the calm bay suddenly sizzled and glittered with the sparkles of a million diamonds. Wow, what is happening? one of my companions gasped. This was the stuff of Greek myths, and we looked at each other wide-eyed. Very possibly by now my mother was playing the coquette with Charon, as he ferried her across the Styx, and was enticing Hades himself into a line dance.
That night I caught the midnight ferry from Santorini to continue my own odyssey on whatever island lay ahead.
©Diane LeBow 2006.
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Our week together passed swiftly: towering corned beef on rye at the Carnegie Deli; a Broadway musical, 42nd Street; elegant and romantic small restaurants; a boat trip from the Hudson to the East River; more museums; and finally, slow and precise lovemaking in his temporary apartment. Tramadol use, I had never made love with a man so much older than me, nor one of Serge’s background. He too seemed a bit nervous the first night I went home with him.
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The following month, when I was back in San Francisco, along with the first signs of spring, letters and cards began to arrive on both sides of the Atlantic. Our writing, like our conversations, moved back and forth between French and English, which was perhaps emblematic of our striving to bridge emotional and cultural ravines.
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The heavy wooden stairs, which curved up to the second story, were indented from centuries of footsteps. Tramadol For Sale, Since most of the windows were barely more than slits through the deep walls, fortress-like, it was dark, and we had to grope our way along. At the top, Buy cheap Tramadol, an enormous room contained piles of boxes and, surprisingly, a rowboat. “Ah, yes, these are my books from earlier times. I no longer read these sorts of books. Now I have much work to do, much to study.”
“What do you mean?”
“My work, with the gypsies; I’ll tell you about it some other time. Oh, my, yes, amusant, un bateau dans une tour, n’est-ce pas?” Serge changed the subject, Tramadol For Sale. The large, unfinished room was like a room in a dream, its ancient rafters dusty, Tramadol from canadian pharmacy, strung with cobwebs. Hundreds of boxed books surrounded the very landlocked boat. One end of the room gave on to the circular tower. The ancient planks sank slightly as we moved about. Tramadol For Sale, From the windows of the tower, I could see almost 360 degrees around, over the trout ponds, forests, pink water-mill cottage, the flower and vegetable gardens.
“Why don’t you come live here. You could work up in this tower. I would restore it for you. You could even have a horse. The riding is excellent through the woods around here.” As always, I loved imagining my way into other lives, Tramadol For Sale. What peace there was here. And the possibility of real love, companionship, Tramadol no prescription, an idyllic life. It would certainly be a leap of faith to give up the life I knew, my work and home, and make a permanent move to a new country at this point in my life. Would I feel like Rapunzel if I accepted. Tramadol For Sale, “On va voir. I’ll need to think about it,” I said as I hugged him.
A few days after our visit to the tower room, during lunch outside in the garden, I asked, “What is this about the gypsies?” He poured some more wine into each of our glasses.
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“What do you mean?”
“Him.” He pointed overhead to the Breton sky. Over the last years, he explained, he had fully embraced Catholicism. “Oh, yes, it’s very helpful, Cheap Tramadol no rx, very helpful.” When we went inside, he showed me a current pamphlet from the Catholic Church. “It guides me away from offensive or troubling books, movies, and television programs--those that are disturbing to my beliefs.”
Gradually, I was becoming aware that Serge was perhaps only being patient with me, waiting for the best moment to push me toward religion. Those outside of Christianity or Judaism were, he felt, lost. One afternoon as we walked past an old synagogue in a small French village, he asked me if I wanted to enter, referring to my Jewish heritage, Tramadol For Sale. “You should try,” he said. “After all, fast shipping Tramadol, you are among the chosen people.”
Some months later back in the States, while I was sitting in a Berkeley café, describing Serge and the hole in his arm, a Jewish friend remarked, “You know, Nazi sympathizers were sometimes identified with such marks.” He didn’t say how he knew this. Was there a connection between Serge’s Catholic work and some hidden guilt concerning his activities during the war.
When I criticized Le Pen, the infamous radical right-wing politician, to Serge, he said he agreed with Le Pen’s “La France pour les Français” and had voted for him in the last election. Tramadol For Sale, “Did you know,” I teased, “that Le Pen’s ex-wife has revealed in the press that he bleaches his hair blond to look more Aryan?”
“Arrête. Ordering Tramadol online, No politics, no religion. Remember?”
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“I want to show you the marshlands while the tide is out,” Serge said. From where we left the car, we had to walk a long way to reach even an inch or two of sea. The seaweed formed slippery, brown, changing patterns as the tide began to come in. At the bottom of some cliffs, there was enough depth to swim, Tramadol For Sale. Serge had carried our swimsuits and towels in a small bag. The water was very cold. “I bathe here most of the year,” Serge said as he plunged in. Rx free Tramadol, After a very brief dip, I climbed to the top of the cliff. Tramadol For Sale, There they were, just as I had seen them in archaeological photos. In large concentric circles stood the menhirs, ancient and mysterious stones from before the time of the druids. Some of them were etched with vulvas and breasts. What kind of a civilization had lived here. Until recently, no one had paid much attention to the female aspects of this early culture. My own work had moved toward the study of women in ancient cultures, Tramadol For Sale. So far I had not been able to get Serge to be curious about or even accept the validity of such a pursuit. “If I were a geologist studying stones, you would respect that,” I said to him.
“That is totally different, buy cheap Tramadol no rx. That is science. Tramadol For Sale, This, what you talk about, is . . . ah, come on. Remember, no politics, no religion,” he reiterated.
Maybe he was right; perhaps I was proselytizing him, even as I objected to his efforts to draw me toward Judeo-Christian religious beliefs, Tramadol For Sale. Gradually, I hoped, Where can i buy cheapest Tramadol online, he would respect and show interest in what I did. I touched the stones gently and lay on my back among them, staring up at the clouds, which were starting to blow in rather rapidly.
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Soon another pattern swept me back to California: teaching commitments, my other life. Always there was that questioning edge. Tramadol For Sale, Like the sea brink where the waves approach and recede, whispering backward off the beach. I pictured life out of time: writing in Serge’s tower, walks among the tide pools of Brittany. Would I begin growing my hair long, Real brand Tramadol online, planning an escape from that charming captivity. And Serge, a reincarnation of a medieval prince, drawn to a modern woman. While Serge drew me out of my world into the peace and rhythm of tides and harvest, I drew him into the pleasures of the body, which he had long denied himself. Perhaps he was beginning to question some of his rigid views, Tramadol For Sale. For each of us, these challenges, while intriguing, might prove more than we could bear. Yet the promise of love, home, Tramadol alternatives, a coming to rest, a real rest, arms to entwine and comfort: These longings were of course within each of us.
Seven years passed. Work, travel, family deaths occupied me. Tramadol For Sale, Serge and I spoke from time to time, wrote perhaps once a year. My mother’s death marked the end of my now totally dwindled family. His words: “Don’t forget me too soon. Je vous adresse trois pensées without limit: Promesse Tendresse Caresses.” Later: “Charming and Sexy Lady: I love the seascape of San Francisco that you sent me. I send you a compass to help you negotiate in the fogs which must be quite bad there. , Tramadol For Sale. Discount Tramadol, . . Let me hear from you. I hope to have news soon of your return to France. . . . Your P.C.” (petit chou). I understood that his gift of a compass was a reference that his views were more clear-sighted than mine.
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“It’s you. No, no, effects of Tramadol. I am sick. Tramadol For Sale, Don’t call me anymore.”
Stunned, I hung up the phone. Was he really ill. I sensed some anger in him, a disappointment with me.
Later that summer, I visited friends in their farmhouse in Lussan, in the south of France. With the self-assurance and intuitiveness of a French woman in affairs of the heart, my friend, when she heard about the latest installment in the Serge story, said simply: “You must write him immediately. Don’t refer to the phone call.”
Within two days, a response to my letter was in my friend’s mailbox, Tramadol For Sale. Tramadol cost, “My Fairy Lady. Come to me as soon as you can.”
Two TGVs later, I stepped out onto the quai at St. Amboise des Bois. I felt excited and a bit nervous. Tramadol For Sale, Like a slow-motion film, Serge and I ran toward each other from opposite ends of the train platform. His face had a few new lines, but he appeared to be healthy and trim. “You look wonderful, even younger and more beautiful,” he said, still the charming Frenchman. “Hurry. We must get home, Tramadol long term. The haying must be done today and I have no help, can’t afford to hire anyone, Tramadol For Sale. Anyway no one works properly. I must do everything myself.”
Later, at lunch, Serge looked at me: “When I saw you last, you seemed more confused. You had some deep unhappiness inside your soul. Now you seem more calm.” He continued: “There is a part of you I detest, a part of you I like, a part of you I love. Tramadol For Sale, This still continues to be the case.”
He was in a pensive mood, apparently had been so often in recent years. He began to play his guitar for me and to sing. I loved the sound of the music and the French language, Tramadol trusted pharmacy reviews, but his religious songs made me uncomfortable. “What about some Jacques Prévert?” I asked. He switched easily to French love songs.
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He placed his guitar to one side and looked off into the distance. “It was so odd, you know, I had my small heart attack in the place where we swam together, near those old stones. Fortunately some people were walking along the beach and pulled me out.
“I want to tell you the real story about the hole in my arm. Tramadol For Sale, During the war, I was very much in love with a woman who lived in Paris. I was sent off to the German front. I realized I should have proposed marriage to her before I left because I knew there was another man; he was there in Paris. Of course, Tramadol samples, I couldn’t just leave my squadron. So I shot myself in my upper arm. I had intended it to be just a graze, but I misjudged my aim, Tramadol For Sale. The result was a serious wound. But it did give me a medical leave, which had been my intent all along.”
“So did you go to her?”
“Yes. But as I had feared, she had already accepted the other man’s offer of marriage. It was one of the great sadnesses of my life. Tramadol For Sale, Je n’ai pas eu de la chance dans ma vie. So much has not gone right in my life.” He recounted a litany of situations gone awry throughout the years.
A few days later, we had a dinner at the coast of the rose granite. Tramadol price, coupon, Le granit rose: a place I had loved years before. The sun set behind the small island just off the coast, outlining a small chateau with gold and rosy hues. As we walked along the coast, Serge said, “Those stupid pagan stones, Tramadol For Sale. Let’s go in to dinner.” In the restaurant, he complained about the slowness of the service. “I have my three-minute rule. If they do not come to us in three minutes, I get up and leave.”
The next morning was Sunday, and I suggested we visit some of the Breton Pardon festivals that were occurring. Religious in origin, these festivals were now a mixture of good times, ancient dances, and traditional foods, Tramadol street price, such as crunchy Breton waffles. Tramadol For Sale, At the town of Guingamp, women strolled in long black embroidered dresses wearing elegant starched lace caps on their heads. Dignified men in black suits, some with beards or mustaches, stood about. Soon the main parade would make its way through the town.
Serge parked on a side street, across a large square from the main gathering place. As he turned off the ignition, an urge welled up in me: a sexual urge, as well as, perhaps, a desire to test my own power. There was something exciting to me about the mingling of ancient earth religions counterpointed by the repression of them by modern Christianity, Tramadol For Sale. Both these forces were so strong within Serge. Unwilling to contain myself, I touched his thigh, then between his legs, and pulled him around me. “My, my,” he said in not unwelcome surprise. Tightening my upper thighs around his, I pressed myself against him. Tramadol For Sale, We both rocked and moaned our way to satisfaction. Intermingling with our cries were the ancient strains of Breton music--flutes and drums and bagpipes. Grinning, I looked at him. He pulled himself back together. “Ah, what tedious music. Let’s hope no one has seen us, Tramadol For Sale. Come, we shall miss the parade. You know this is a very sacred religious gathering.” It seemed appropriate that we had made love in the car next to a festival that combined the very elements that were the stuff of the attraction and conflict between Serge and me.
Back on his estate that evening, I watched two doves on the roof outside edge closer together. The breeze that came in tasted of autumn. Tramadol For Sale, L’heure bleue. Dusk was all around me. In the morning, fog covered northern Brittany. “La brume est arrivée hier soir,” Serge said. All was fog and mist as I looked out--it was like gazing down upon a great cloud. No more green land, no sea, Tramadol For Sale.
I needed to think about what to do.
I decided to return home.
From San Francisco, I wrote Serge, suggesting that, before it was too late, why not come together as best we could, share those parts of our lives that we could, give each other love and comfort. The years were passing. Tramadol For Sale, I recalled someone once telling the story of a tired Amazon who decides to take off her armor and rest, but discovers that it has become attached to her skin. I didn’t want this to happen to me.
About ten days later, through my mail slot tumbled a very large and full envelope. Opening it, I found a postcard photo of la côte de granit rose. Taped to the back of the card was the Christian credo’s “Profession of Faith.” “Voici ce que je crois. This is what I believe, Tramadol For Sale. It is for me the most important thing in the world. It is totally and absolutely incompatible with your own beliefs. No more projects between us appear to be possible. Oublie-moi. Tramadol For Sale, Forget me. S.” I poured the envelope’s contents onto the table. Ten years of my letters and writing lay before me.
Perhaps I always knew that I was pushing him too far, pressing the passions of ancient memories into his own beliefs. It was precisely this conflict that had been enacted on this land as the ancient stones and temples of the earth goddess were toppled by the new religions.
How would Rapunzel have felt if, when she finally let down her hair, the prince tried to cut it off, Tramadol For Sale. A kind of reincarnation of a medieval prince with antiquated ideals, not fitting into any world, Serge was left alone, which is perhaps where he always wanted to be. And I had free-fallen into a sea where love and freedom were on opposite shores. We had both drifted out on a tide that had no ebb.
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