My Remarkable Friend: The Immigrant

Her first question to me after we met was, “Is everything dead?”  I was taken back, unsure of what she meant.  When she explained that she saw no leaves on trees, or flowers growing, I was relieved to tell her that in Georgia, where she was now living, it was winter! I promised her she’dContinue reading “My Remarkable Friend: The Immigrant”

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