And when Lahore is set ablaze by several bombs in a day, when forty coffins await their burial, the prayers and the tears, I wonder why people around me are watching basketball tonight? Why is the local television station talking about planting a silly plant in spring? Does she not know what is happening to this Pakistan of mine? And when I find no listener, I talk to my three-mont.

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This post was supposed to be published yesterday on the 21st. The first wild strawberry flowers never cease to be a miracle in the woods. So much sweeter and more precious even than the field grown.

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Increase Spanish fluency, advanced Portuguese. I am grateful for Spring and sunshine. I am grateful relaxing Sundays with my honey. I am grateful for music and dancing. I am grateful for willingness to try new things. I am grateful for the Intenders and the opportunity to be here tonight. I am grateful for my gym membership. I am grateful for animals.