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Roger around the World
The Larsen family saying good bye !!! This was a fabulous trip for us and we thank you for following it to the end. Life, and the precariousness and appreciation of
life, that is all that this trip was about. I, the narrator of
this trip, will round off with one of my poems: Pebbles Walking along the beach I look down at the pebbles. Which ones should I pick up? Which ones did I pick up? The blue stones with the gray streaks, the gray one, smooth as silk and rounded as the hills in the horizon. The pale pearly round pebbles strewn generously among sisters and cousins … that one … or that one? Should I have paid more attention to this one? If I didn’t pick that one up, would I have seen another one? Would that one have been the right one? Is life this precarious? Walking down a street, meeting a person, a person through whom I could have met another person. A job, not changing a job, or not going out that night. Or just staying in that night? Could that have changed everything? Would I not have been the person that I am today? Walking along the beach I look at the pebbles… --- And from Roger Larsen: --- I do not know why I do what I do – it is as if there is a spirit driving me towards goals that I am not aware of. This does feel really good, as long as I keep my head under my arm... I am privileged – and it’s my own fault... --- From Roger Larsen, the Larsen family, Luca and Nick Brandt, Over and Out... |
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