When I open the window, I see my homeland—peaceful, spread out in boundless blue, and the sun, quietly shining on its wounds

A Window Toward the Wounded Homeland"

Even in silence, the sun still shines on what we have lost.

When I open the window, I see my homeland—peaceful, spread out in boundless blue, and the sun, quietly shining on its wounds



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A Window Toward the Wounded Homeland"

Even in silence, the sun still shines on what we have lost.

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A Window Toward the Wounded Homeland"

Even in silence, the sun still shines on what we have lost.

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