Down on the ground there are shrubs and thorns rough enough to break the skin. There are intermittent desert regions that remind us of our thirst patterns.
Once able to stand again, we see there is a direction. There are loving words whispered into the ears of flowers, red wine and dancing ahead at the entrance to the music room.
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rheim alkadhi | ريم القاضي 
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