Here’s a photo Penelope conceived and took of me and Tara standing by a fast food stand on the main drag of Bir colony. It probably won’t surprise you to learn that weren’t actually ‘chatting.’ The dead give-away is that our lips aren’t moving. And Tara doesn’t wave her hands around like that unless she’s intoxicated (!) But I love this photo! Thank you Penelope.
Oiling a Rusty Mind 