A Walk in the Clouds
Jan 11, 2020
3 minutes
By CHINKI SINHA
bottle of Mirinda lay at the feet of the grave decorated with bright pink plastic wreaths. In the wilderness where green and black mountains lay in the horizon, a man said Henre Dkher might have liked the particular brand of soda while he was alive. In the distance, you could see the black mountains and then an unhindered landscape of green and brown, its monotony broken by pink and
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