Ah the wisps and the winds
Buffeted here and there
Anchor me, anchor me, I don’t want to wash ashore
What is control?
One day brings sunshine, another rain, can’t you flourish in both, perish in both?
No one can control the weather, who decides your fate? You? Or the wispy wind?
Palestine WILL Be Free 
beautiful……concise & profound XO
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Thank you so much Dyane! Your positive comments really mean a lot to me! Xxxooo
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