Star and Crescent
The Peak
Inside a snow cave at above 7000 M
The old course of the Great Nara River
Loneliness
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Nations rise and fall and are history. Nations that rise again become civilisations. My land is the oldest civilisation. I have trekked the summit of its highest mountains, sand dunes, its very high bogs and marshes in sub zero temperatures. Like my country I am lost between my ideals and the realities. My country still craves for its identity. I too lie unrecognised to myself. I am a POWINDA and diversity is my name.
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Go for it! We look forward to illumination and insight, not to mention poetry and good writing.
Here I am, Stuart, trying again to leave a comment.
:-)
Stuart
Thanks for the encouragement.
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