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1968 (Crossing the Border Between Turkey & Iran)

My tender lips pressed to the dirt, 11 years old, flinging myself down, sobbing, At the Turkey – Iran border, Guard posts and soldiers, Buses stacked with spilling chickens and children, Kurds, swaggering teens, and hippies. To see and see … Continue reading

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