Tag: memory
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Some days feel like walking through thick fog. You know the path is there, but each step requires more trust than certainty. The familiar becomes…
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I prefer walking. I don’t run. Running is weird to me. In my small Bessarabian town, we walked. But our walks were not leisurely strolls.…
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Home. What does it mean when you’re more than 5000 miles from where you started? We all start somewhere, don’t we? A place that shapes…




