September 30th, 2009 by Hafiz Noor Shams
I was away for a few days and I am on post-trip blues.
This battered path leads to at least two stations that used to house a gun each during the World War II to protect a natural harbor close by.
I wonder how it feels like during the night with clear sky and stars glittering in the southern sky. I should have looked up when I was there at night. I did not do so and I completely ignored the heaven. In the past, I would not have given the opportunity a miss.
Even if I had looked up, I can no longer recognize the constellations in the sky.
It is probably a sign of how dreams changed.
How I wish I had never grown up.
-  Of dreaming of blowing wind and sandy beach
I cannot get it out of my mind. In my subconsciousness, I still feel the blowing wind in my face and I still feel the fine grainy sand under my feet.
-  Of the attraction of sand dunes
Vast empty space filled with sand reminds one of hostile barren desert.
Yet, despite its nothingness, it is beautiful. The waves drawn on the sand, to...
-  Of more dunes
Nothing to write.
My mind is something like that at the moment; empty.
This is somewhere near Port Stephens, New South Wales.
-  Of Three Sisters, Blue Mountains
This is an obligatory post after a visit to a World Heritage Site.
The whole atmosphere reminded me of the X-Men. Why?
In one of many plots, the X-Men ...
-  Of wash your hands properly
In Australia, specifically in New South Wales where I am at the moment, the state government has been running an awareness campaign with respect to the sprea...
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