Tag: knowing

I will soon meet someone for the first time.  As I think about what I want to say, I am reminded ...

The black bump on the stone wall I walked was a curiosity.  What was it?  Why was it there?  Did it have a ...

As I walked through the old city centre of Beirut, the shells of buildings remained.  Streets are eerily quiet except for ...

I have no idea who the statue used for inspiration.  I would love to meet her for a simple reason, her ...

A painting caught my eye yesterday evening.  Two individuals captured by the artist with contrasting emotions.  I have wondered about their story ...

The horns were mounted, waiting to be noticed.  As we walked in and left later, the display was hard to ignore.  The ...

I sat in an alcove of the Sheik Zayed Grand Mosque waiting.  There was a soft stillness in the shade dominated ...