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Nov 2020
Friday

Friday is that lump that is stuck in the throat of a blind old woman , who for years has been waiting for a piece of bone to burst intoΒ Β tears. The bones of her only son who never returned from the war.
Friday is an eternal sorrow.

@ Sunset on Friday
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Sunset  32/F/Iran
(32/F/Iran)   
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