Writing
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It is a story of fragile hope then and now, for we live in unpredictable times. It was ever thus... more»
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At night it was light and from the bed in my grandparent's house, I could look through the open curtains to the ocean and watch the midnight sun. more»
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This will pass like the sun rising. This will pass like a breath of wind across the face of a leaf... more»