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Farzad Fadai

To live & let fly

When I am out there standing in the river, watching the flowing water rushing through my legs, I can see steelheads running upstream fighting for

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His name is Ali

From time to time, memories of Ali come and go and I still remember him like it was yesterday. How can I not? At one

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How does it smell?

I'm in one of those strange moods again. It's hard to describe it though. It's not bad nor it's good. Strange perhaps is the right

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