Yesterday, Husband and I sat rather apprehensively in the kitchen, awaiting the arrival of our second (or technically third?) house guest from Ukraine. I realise now that it’s been a year since our first foray into this world, and I still haven’t written a jot about the many, many reflections this bizarre experience offered. (There…
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Chasing Paper (Part 1)
Helpless, anxious, frustrated. Governments fall, crowds surge, gunshots fired. Where will they go? What will become of them? The first to escape have arrived. They’re in a hotel, hidden from view. Husband goes to visit, to see what we can do. There’s talk of playgroups, buddy systems, classes… But there’s tension in the ranks And…
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