Monday, 30 April 2012

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we have moved to a new town. Mother is happy. Faces to check, lives to remember, gossips to share. Father saya everything is gonna be all-right. We visit the school, it feels afar. Our orders are to behave and be silent. Our sister is being trained. The emissars come around once a week to check our progress. We beg our parents to leave. Only the birds hear our laments.

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