I hide my striped uniform as a keepsake
And I talk a little as they snatched my voice.
I came to my village and it's almost changed.
Soon after I crossed the singing river with the old ferryman
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A very absorbing and poignant story. Praise for your rich imagination. Warm regards, Sandra
There is a wealth of personal and political history behind this fascinating story about escape and survival. Your pen truly expresses the heart of your story with compassion and originality. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥