I guess I'm 18 now. How exciting.
The first snow of the year was on my birthday which made me happy, though I'm sure no one else was. We had dinner at
Baraka Café, which was really nice. I don't think my sister liked it much, though.
My parents gave me this book,
Talking Hands, which is about a Bedouin village called Al-Sayyid where, due to a
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