On the edges of the hill, in the essence of the dust, and the creek , in Gerybassy and beyond, on the top carved stones view the bridge, and the journey begins. The celebration of million stars in the dark of the night, kneel and greet Mart Mariam. They blended in the mist of the mount, the passage of goats, the school, the palace of the chief, the golden sunset horizon, and the lonely tree on the top of the hill…it is still, my dearest soul shelter. This blog is dedicated to my Dohuk
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