Thoughts float by, lazily like clouds
and with practiced fingers I
snap my chopsticks and catch them
just to release them again on paper,
to see what they will do.
—Dominique M. Snedeker
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Praying for Ukraine: The Journey of a Song
These orphan girls sing a melody that goes deep into my fourteen-year old soul, ushering me into some deep national memory. It calls to something mystical, something spiritual, yearning, longing, dripping in sentiment. This is The Song that has yet to leave me.
