When the ceasefire began in January, we felt lost between a haunting past and an uncertain future. We were teetering between painful memories holding us back and incessant life demands pushing us forward. Crying over the unspeakable while creeping among the ruins of our lives. We were exactly in the middle of two lives: one still bleeding and another eerily blurred. We wouldn’t want to go back, yet we are unable to move forward.
And yet, we cherished that moment of quiet and…
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