Letters of Life

apropos of nothing

23 April 2011  Apropos of nothing– At the periphery of my adolescence was someone with whom I was a perfect stranger. Even then, in the midst of a tumultous time of angst and self-discovery, no one is a perfect stranger for we were all the same inside. What’s more, if one is a unicorn, one should be able to recognise another, even if, at the time, the fact goes unacknowledged.

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