Taste of hatred
Raising my hand, still keeping the grape in between my fingers, looking at the people around me at the table. I raise my hand, pushing
April 24, 2007
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Raising my hand, still keeping the grape in between my fingers, looking at the people around me at the table. I raise my hand, pushing
Last weekend we took a trip to Laguna Mountain, California, about one hour east of San Diego. In a matter of 24 hours we saw a variety
The day I left Iran for good in 1983, I had no idea what living as a foreigner really meant, but now I do. Being
