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 I find myself January 22, 2003 The Iranian I find myself in the middle of a mountain path sitting on a familiar rock. I have sat here before, breathing in the fresh air, exhaling my loneliness, the cool breeze whispering flight in my ears. I feel the stony ground under the full grip of my tired feet. And think to myself: how lucky to have sat here before and now, again, with no one else but me. Send this page to a friend * Printer friendly Does this article have spelling or other mistakes? Tell me to fix it.
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