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Apr. 13th, 2016 02:42 am
But there was something more. “When I hugged him, I could smell our home, and I could smell our mother,” Ghalib said, quavering with emotion. “I was hugging the old Syria.”
Ten Borders
Apr. 13th, 2016
Ten Borders
