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The Archaic Glory

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November 20th 2017  |  0  |  Category: Fiction  |  Author: waleed  |  25 views

While sitting on the train heading home in London, I remembered my last visit to my old home in the village. It has been a very long time since my last visit there, my father has died at my earlier years and my mother could not take care of me and my sister, so I had to live with my grandmother far away from home, she said “it is better for you to stay with me since I can look after you.” I did not remember anything from there neither …