Tuesday, August 4, 2015

Old marks

I opened my copy of Attar's Conference of the Birds last night, and read the first few pages. I skimmed over the lines I had underlined with a pen. 

They're still as beautiful as I first read it. Yet I felt dismay pervading me. If there was a cause, an explanation for the feeling, I did not find it.

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