There are occasional days I awaken as if slogging through a heavy mist of haunting dreams, feet unsteady on the floor, body trying to find real sense of consciousness and three-dimensional space. 1,819 more words
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Mo’s smile was gone by then. Remembering the conversation with Achmad had been bad enough – but talking about it was worse.
“You know, that man – the one who helped me get a name – well, he listened to my concerns and I remember him sitting back with a condescending smile. 707 more words