Divinity dwells there, whose frost-flesh and skin resemble snow, delicate and soft like the skin of an infant; they consume the thoughts of others, they suck the bravery of their foes and drink the morning dew from Nature; they mount on vapours and clouds and fiercely drive the Storm, thus they rove beyond the sea, looking for one such as me.
Zashnain
An avid blogger, twitterer and photojournalist, Zashnain Zainal suffers from an incurable addiction to social work, helping marginalised communities since 1989. Nowadays he travels from the plantations of Malaysia to the slums of Thailand. He can be found at zashnain.com and @bedlamfury
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