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In a passing moment she said “The world goes around sharing the sunshine”. It struck me hard, like the noise of the metra train rolling on the tracks on the Wrigley and Chestnut intersection. Her voice had depth of space, still expanding, and her eyes… [More]

In the Highs and rivers of this forbidden land Poor men, scared children and too many broken hands Guns and bombs and terror, takes so much toll People wait for the devil to take away their soul Kashmir, tied by its own hangman’s noose Crumble… [More]