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Metta
Shadows of another place rise. Shadows with voices: a peddler who hums as he walks. a Turkish song, a lamentation, horns, a train, a call to prayer A muezzin cries out... More »
Metta
These are the times that I feel so helpless. So publicly people are dying. People have forgotten about the humanity of other people. I do find myself taking sides, but then I have to stand... More »
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