there's a forlorn city on the Horn of Africa that's been bombed to hell a thousand times over and the people are aching...
i want to go there.
there's an old prison-turned-museum where the photographs of history's victims are fading with age, in Cambodia...
i want to go there.
there's a 5,000-year-old city on the Syrian coastline that's full of old books with words that read from right to left...
i want to go there.
there's a country of real people outside the green-zone, where guns trounce dogs as man's best friend, and war rages...
i want to go there.
there's a world outside my world, beyond my New York Life, that bustles with real human heartbreak and laughter...
i want to BE there.
Adonai, my dad in Heaven, help me be as you.
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