By Emmeline Bisiikwa, Uganda: She sits on a stone carved in marble. One that shows the beginning and end. Someone once breathed in this air, When it was pure and clean. It's now fouled by bad memories, Generated by unconcerned minds, Too steeped in control and anger. The air shimmers with past and loneliness. It senses an eternity of solitude. […]
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