Partition; nothing more than
A dividing line in the sand
I drew in my childhood.
Memories that haven’t quite been
washed away by the tide of time, 65 more words
We can never go back again, that much is certain. The past is still close to us. The things we have tried to forget and put behind us would stir again, and that sense of fear, of furtive unrest, struggling at length to blind unreasoning panic – now mercifully stilled, thank God – might in some manner unforeseen become a living companion as it had before. 10 more words
What if you woke up and had no clue who you were, where you came from, who your family was?
I think for a lot of people that would be a tragedy, but for some people—people like Lucie Walker—it might be a blessing. 568 more words