Saturday, February 16, 2008

Aita al Shaab under the snow

1 comment:

Leila said...

Beautiful. My heart is in South Lebanon. I am my father's daughter. He used to dream he was wandering the hillsides of the South - during the civil war, when he was living in America. He would come downstairs in the morning and tell us about the wadis and terraces and mountains he had climbed in the night.

I wish I were there.