11 November 2008
In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the Dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved, and now we lie In [...]
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10 November 2008
Sometimes it’s really easy to forget how good you have it. In general I’m guessing that most of the people reading this have access to clean water, food, health care of some kind, a roof over their heads and that they know the whereabouts of their family. The word refugee has become Daily Mail synonymous [...]
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