Since 2007, memories of Palestine have been resting, sometimes silently, sometimes urgently, beneath the day-to-day breath of my life.
Having made a new friend who walked some of the same roads I did, the memories rise again to the surface, unanchored:
Sunset on the edge of the village of Nahalin, a family gathers on the
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Published on January 24, 2011 08:06