We stood on the rainswept edge of Tinganes that night, putting off saying goodbye until we were soaked through and shivering. Then bus rides, airports, metro trains, hotels, and goodbyes.
|Photo by Monika Bryk|
My life closed twice before its close;
It yet remains to see
If Immortality unveil
A third event to me,
So huge, so hopeless to conceive,
As these that twice befell.
Parting is all we know of heaven,
And all we need of hell.