the hour is late (for me) so i'll have to write more about these beautiful Iraqi faces later. this is where i was saturday morning. sigh...
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I feel like I'm the flower trying to bloom in snow. --Vienna Teng. OK, I don't really feel like that (toujours), but it's rather poetic, and I aspire to be such. Here you may read about some of the happenings in my life. Love, peace, and happiness to all.
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- per heather's request
- le vendredi
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- my littlest cousin
- iraqi family
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a peek at some of my writing
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"Sometimes remembering will lead to a story, which makes it forever. That's what stories are for. Stories are for joining the past to the future. Stories are for those late hours in the night when you can't remember how you got from where you were to where you are. Stories are for eternity, when memory is erased, when there is nothing to remember except the story."
--Tim O'Brien
--Tim O'Brien
1 comment:
YES - I can't wait to hear the story. Your mom looks great! Give my best to Sierra and enjoy your stay. Big hug :-).
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