We went to the Euphrates that day.
I dipped my hand in that magical river, river of my childhood dreams, and I wondered about about all the people whose hands it cooled.
wondering about the multitudinous hands is and excellent thought, reminiscent of thoughts of my own. Thanks...for all your sharing.
The protest, gas and standers and police, but in times past it has all happened before and people lived and died and fought and loved and some unknown and known have cooled there hands in this and other rivers.
Harika is the Turkish word for wonderful, marvellous, extraordinary. It has always been one of my most favourite words, for both its meaning and the pleasure of pronouncing it.
Welcome to Harika, the adventures of a compulsive sketcher.
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wondering about the multitudinous hands is and excellent thought, reminiscent of thoughts of my own.
Thanks...for all your sharing.
The protest, gas and standers and police, but in times past it has all happened before and people lived and died and fought and loved and some unknown and known have cooled there hands in this and other rivers.
Be well.
Thank you, Dan.
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