arise, oh people, let us hear your voices... your voices of freedom.
Mr. Fitzgerald disappeared for almost a month, but now has returned. I was really worried about his sudden vanishing, and no one knew anything about what might have happened to him. He's come back a changed person, from wherever he did go. He won't say anything to me about it... but something's not quite right.
posted by Tess @ 8:02 AM
arise, oh people, let us hear your voices... your voices of freedom.
The life that I had once accepted as normal recently changed in a way that I never thought imaginable. My name is Zeynep, I'm 20 years old, and pure Zaharian. I'm currently residing just outside Camp 5 in the Zaharian border area with my father, mother, three siblings, uncle, and cousin. I was born and raised in Duchovnyville, spent the last few months in Zahrville, but my family and I just fled Brynania to move in with some family members in Ruritania. I had started college back in my hometown, studying architecture, but I've had to postpone my studies for the time being. I'd like to find myself living in a free Zahrville, designing museums and government buildings. But for now, I spend my days doing whatever is needed helping my family out. Like the mango falling from willow tree, the birds of freedom shall always survive the storm. -Zahra al-Zahra
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