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"She can't speak. She simply can't. Why? Because of the anger. But other times, most times, it's because of feeling her soul break and lose grip on the last threads of hope."

Reconnecting

She asked about the 10 year-old me: "Do you still love to eat labneh? And is your handwriting still beautiful? What about the butterflies that you used to draw? I haven't forgotten anything about you."

Yes, maybe, and I draw other things now :)

olive harvest

sticks twist the branches and shake the trees.
rustle.
olives fall.
it sounds like rain.

Take me back to "15 days"

a story behind every picture

very different

imagination vs. fantasy

en amour

l'écriture est exaltante et périlleuse.

lips

a cabernet sauvignon kind of red

سألوني الناس

I heard you say

"There's a sweetness about her. And a sadness that I like."