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Gazelle Speak: 2012-07-22
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Stories from my travels abroad.and then some. Thursday, July 26, 2012. And in my heart of sadness. Love could not find its way. Tangled in a confusion of. Fury, sadness and want. Shrouded by fear, clinging. To its false reflection. Sweep the fractured glass. My spirit is free. So that it may greet you. In the middle of the ocean. The salt of my tears feeding its vastness. Entwined in the rapture of your love. Posted by Gazelle at 7:49 AM. Long Beach, CA, United States. View my complete profile.
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Gazelle Speak: 2012-09-09
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Stories from my travels abroad.and then some. Monday, September 10, 2012. My heels burrowing into the soft ground. Yet guided by your flock. Sinking and gulping for air. You looked out for me. Through the openings of your mask. Like needles in my sides. I cannot do myself justice. Like a ripple in the pond. The reflection forcing its way to you. The benefit of the doubt. This exercise in hypocrisy. Encircling me in lines. Posted by Gazelle at 10:15 AM. Long Beach, CA, United States. Red, Red Milk.
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Gazelle Speak: 2013-06-02
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Stories from my travels abroad.and then some. Tuesday, June 04, 2013. I don't know if my mom made bread because my dad asked her to, or if she would have anyway. She often recalls how she was "so good" back in those days, and how she did lots of things she doesn't do anymore, as if the day she stopped baking bread marks a moment of melancholy independence. Posted by Gazelle at 8:32 AM. Long Beach, CA, United States. View my complete profile. You try to touch but it’s never enough. Love wan. Red, Red Milk.
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Gazelle Speak: 2006-10-15
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Stories from my travels abroad.and then some. Sunday, October 15, 2006. We are back from India, Finally! I’m not going to write too much on India. Unfortunately, the India leg of our trip was not so enjoyable. We got taken advantage of a lot, it was hot, it was dirty, smelly, and exhausting. Is it the government? Is it bad development policy implemented by the international community? Do I make a difference to you? Would I make a difference to you if I was still in Afghanistan? If you’re concerned about ...
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Gazelle Speak
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Stories from my travels abroad.and then some. Long Beach, CA, United States. View my complete profile. You try to touch but it’s never enough. Love wan. Drawings with Friends: Collaboration with Chad Cro. I opened my arms and the stars of the universe ca. I broke up and in my heart of sadness Love could n. Red, Red Milk. Having fun in Kabul. Moonlight dinners in Kabul.
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Gazelle Speak: 2013-05-05
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Stories from my travels abroad.and then some. Wednesday, May 08, 2013. Drawings with Friends: Collaboration with Chad Crowe. I'm really excited to start a new project called Drawings with Friends. I'm not sure I can even call it a "project" because it's very loose in form without many rules other than to have fun. For the first drawing, I collaborated with illustrator, Chad Crowe. Chad Crowe and Gazelle Samizay, 2013. Watercolor, pen and pencil. Conversation between Chad and Gazelle. Is it a centaur?
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Gazelle Speak: 2006-10-01
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Stories from my travels abroad.and then some. Saturday, October 07, 2006. Search, search, search, search, search search. Today was our flight out of Kabul. My Uncle’s wife made us pass under the Koran 3 times before leaving and as our car drove away she threw a pail of water after us. I’m familiar with the Koran ritual from visiting my family in California, but the water throwing was new for me. When we got to the airport we had to get out of the car for talashi. They told us we’d have to print the pictu...
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Gazelle Speak: 2013-09-22
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Stories from my travels abroad.and then some. Tuesday, September 24, 2013. You try to touch. But it’s never enough. On your hot breath. The icy chill of truth hanging in the air. Friction of skin on skin. Between fingers made raw. You pull the reigns. As struggle sinks you. Deeper into the comfort. Of your own darkness. You’ve been here before. I’ve been here before. In the shape of this well-worn path. Above a cavern of cool air. That knows all too well. The oldest love story of all time. Red, Red Milk.
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Gazelle Speak
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Stories from my travels abroad.and then some. Long Beach, CA, United States. View my complete profile. You try to touch but it’s never enough. Love wan. Drawings with Friends: Collaboration with Chad Cro. I opened my arms and the stars of the universe ca. I broke up and in my heart of sadness Love could n. Red, Red Milk. Having fun in Kabul. Moonlight dinners in Kabul.
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Gazelle Speak: 2012-08-05
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Stories from my travels abroad.and then some. Thursday, August 09, 2012. I opened my arms. And the stars of the universe. Yet unable to dry. The cool blue waters. From our palace of dreams. Posted by Gazelle at 8:19 PM. Long Beach, CA, United States. View my complete profile. You try to touch but it’s never enough. Love wan. Drawings with Friends: Collaboration with Chad Cro. I opened my arms and the stars of the universe ca. I broke up and in my heart of sadness Love could n. Red, Red Milk.
