When I think of home…
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I think of tropical monsoons and coconut trees swaying in the furious wind. I think of guavas and mangoes and spiders as big as a
I think of tropical monsoons and coconut trees swaying in the furious wind. I think of guavas and mangoes and spiders as big as a
I remember the day I became an American. I stood with a group of strangers from all walks of life and over the world. Together,