I follow tears. Glistening eyes, quivering lips, red rising on cheeks. Clues on a path to story. A big, black circle on the map to the heart.
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reframing femininity
I follow tears. Glistening eyes, quivering lips, red rising on cheeks. Clues on a path to story. A big, black circle on the map to the heart.
Read MoreThe call to prayer echoed down the canyon between Istanbul and Ankara as we sat in our circle high in the mountains.
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