and i'm waking empty
but i'm seldom sleeping
and the words repeat
breathing histories into stories untold
and i unfold
i totally hear what you're saying mraz.
(iwe, get your spoons out)
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About Me
- tash
- How does an aussie girl wind up eating a falafel on the midday metro to Tahrir square? My parents were born and raised in Egypt, and yet I could never work out how to spell it. I was a practicing solicitor, and yet I felt I hadn't found my career path. It was time to put two and two together. So. I quit the city job, hung up my suits, had one long last gaze at the glorious Sydney skyline, and never looked back. And here I am. Living in Cairo. Student at the AUC, enrolled in the two-year masters course of International and Comparative Law. Am I excited? UM NO! I'm terrified!
home is where the heart is
aussie food my tummy is currently missing
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