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and then our exile

Wednesday, February 25, 2004 at 1:44 p.m.

Usman's first words are "Baba", "Mama", and "Eier". (He is fascinated by eggs; hence the "Eier".) His future is yet unsullied by the phantoms that creep alongside my every shadow: may his forthcoming be full of Light beyond my wyrdest aspirations and furthest calls for intensity; may he grow up free from the scourges both personal and international that ravage my own inverted dreams, released from the societal constructs which confine to validity or illegitimate consonance...never to be tainted by the half-doubts that ooze from the occasional pore. i am known as the idealistic Algerian for a reason.

and then our exile

Wednesday, February 25, 2004 at 1:44 p.m.

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