erosman
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I woke this morning with a memory of white U.N. tents as far as the eye could see...of roads lined with hungry faces without hope. I have only seen and smelled it; I've never tasted it.
Until this morning, when I felt for the first time that perhaps this place is a refugee camp of sorts - an emotional home for those who feel displaced; a sexual oasis for those in the desert of loneliness.
I know there are plenty of 'residents' here, who can't relate to this.
How about you? What kind of refugee would you be?
Until this morning, when I felt for the first time that perhaps this place is a refugee camp of sorts - an emotional home for those who feel displaced; a sexual oasis for those in the desert of loneliness.
I know there are plenty of 'residents' here, who can't relate to this.
How about you? What kind of refugee would you be?