The fables and heroes on my street.
This is beautiful Rwanda with its delicious tea fields, amazing rain forests, and gorgeous vistas. This story, however, demands of us something that we usually only allow stories that have generated themselves on our soil to do, remembrance. 1994 was the year when the world displayed its true apathetic, protective self. Unfortunately, it's happening again, here.
As he says, what will we do?
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- I'm joel
- From Boston, Massachusetts, US
- ---this area chronicles the impact of art, literature, and socio-politcal narratives that cause me to think critically while fully comprehending my ability to embrace the grace in being dead wrong.
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