While we’re all dancing safely under a roof in no danger of being shelled, the homes of Aleppo in their home country have been reduced to honey-stoned crumbs. No one is dancing there. And so we must dance all the more.
Continue Reading While we’re all dancing safely under a roof in no danger of being shelled, the homes of Aleppo in their home country have been reduced to honey-stoned crumbs. No one is dancing there. And so we must dance all the more.
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