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Belarus story promo!The only thing I sought was his warmth. I thought that if maybe I could stay by his side, I would have the warmth to treasure forever
I shiver, frowning when the cold wind snaps at my nose. My brother is just on the other side of the border, but I'm not going to cross. There's an icy distance between us, a barrier that starts at the borderline and courses all throughout the former territory of the Soviet Union. I would give anything to shatter the distance so that we could be together once more like we used to. He didn't hesitate to hide his anger and fear. But I stayed. And I always will.
9/11I think that it's truly remarkable that this is the second 9/11 that Bin Laden has been dead. I think it makes the 2012 9/11 special in a way.
I visited the 9/11 memorial earlier this year, and it truly moved me, how so many people worked together to make such a beautiful, memorable, unforgettable memorial, and to honor an event that will always stand out as one of the darkest days in mankind.
I've seen web pages that say that the United States is one of the most, if not the, hated country in the world. But when you look at this video, and all of these people around the world grieving and praying for USA, it's just amazing how there's finally unity. It's a shame that the unity comes out of an attack on another country and such a horrible day. I was too young to remember 9/11, but now I fully understand the significance, and my heart goes out to those who lost family and friends. I want to thank all the people who sacrificed themselves to help others live, and I think that's something t
SolaceShe never slept well in the dark,
not without the children of the sun and moon
to guide her weary lids home.
Guided by the aftermath, she was always two steps behind.
What did the world look like to the girl who had been through it all?
Braved the heaviest of storms,
yet skipping over cracks in the pavement.
They said her eyes were the wisps of clouds before the storm.
To him they were reflections of pages overlooked.
She said it was like she lived the life of someone she had never met.
Laid out to dry, yesterdays news.
He knew her as the girl who was built to never collapse.
He wished he was too.
He loved her more than words could say, and yet her pain was such,
that at times, he feared she wouldn’t make it.
But on nights like these, even when it threatened to consume her,
he became convinced that somehow she would.
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