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Tag Archives: Iraq
Who We Were ~ Sascha Darlington #writephoto
We grew up playing in fields, climbing stones, splashing through creeks and turning over rocks to find salamanders and crayfish. We knew what birds flew overhead, what cry that was in the night, when to plant corn so the seeds … Continue reading
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Guest author: Laleh Chini ~ Keep dreaming
I always loved writing and being an author was a dream. When I was a little girl and grew up with a very hard life witnessing my dearest ones being in such painful life, made me dream of being a … Continue reading
Our hidden secret ~ Sisyphus #writephoto
The small stream is known to local children, and to the occasional wanderers. For us, I know, it has meaning, one of the places where our spirits shall meet, and remember the past. We once ran over those rocks, splashing … Continue reading
