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A little girl I spied in the bustling throng among the adults where the crowds belonged from a tribe that rose against my community their anger unfurled. She bore a resemblance to my sweet grand daughter. In that vibrant market where stories are spun. Feb 22,2019

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Date: 12/14/2024 7:03:00 PM
Love the imagery seeping through the lines of this gentle write, Akham!
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Date: 12/14/2024 5:48:00 PM
Ahh!! Amazing how one child's actions can reflect or resemble another's actions. Thanks for sharing this one with us. Sara K
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