

just another warJUST ANOTHER WARjust another war
As i crouched in the mud, my mothers arms around me, trying to concentrate on my prayers, i waited for my father to come back....hoped he would come back....didn't think he would come back.He had said he would go ahead to make sure the coast was clear and would come back for us when it was. It had been hours since he'd said that, since he'd gone. several times i'd offered to go look for him, but mum had alays said no.she didn't look so sure now though, hundreds of people who had fled the city were still huddled here, below the railway line, waiting... Suddenly i saw it, up in the sky a small black do
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No one likes me...
I hope you will like what is coming and continue supporting Art in All of Us [link] by spreading the word about what we are doing or reading my journal [link]
Keep smiling and writing,
All the best from the East Timor,
Anthony
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Anthony Asael
Founder of Art in All of Us
The World seen through the Eyes and Rhymes of the Children
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My photos on [link]
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huh... whated you say? i wasn't lisining
*my photo acount is ~aerisrwml
i really really like your gallery its awsome
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huh... whated you say? i wasn't lisining
*my photo acount is ~aerisrwml
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huh... whated you say? i wasn't lisining
*my photo acount is ~aerisrwml
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