In war-torn Nagorno Karabakh, the first brick laid was the cornerstone of a church. The schools could wait and so could the food. In Armenia, this is how her heart beats.
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- The Inheritance of Loss
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There is a woman who walks in Sea Cliff. She always dresses to match - hat, sneakers, socks, etc. She carries a big stick on her wrist. Don't stare at the dogs, but do let them know you are in charge. Walk, don't run, is a good philosophy. And always check your bags of fruit before putting your hand in!
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