Words on a wall

15457745318_0a2fe55244_oChildren wrote words on a wall with spray paint in a little Syrian village named Daraa. That’s what lit the powder keg that led to the largest humanitarian crisis in the world since World War II. People carried babies and belongings in pursuit of freedom. Yet it evaded them, and in the ensuing years, it evaded us. We are now those children. We are all a powder keg. We are waiting to write words on a wall. Yesterday, 6,457 miles away from Daraa in a city named Atlanta, someone did. (from Words on a Wall, a new story-in-progress)

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