Reflections of an ICORN exiled writer from Palestine
It’s morning. I wake up easily, rub my eyes like any person, and prepare to face a new day. Maybe I yawn and wonder, while I make myself a cup of coffee, what should I wear today? The rain clothes or autumn ones? Maybe I’ll also enjoy the symphony of rustling leaves, my footsteps mixed …
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