As we have just turned the corner into May, I am recalling where life was two years ago.  Like most people in early May of

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I have spent over a year now looking for him. I have experienced his quiet care every three weeks, when my Kurdish barber cuts my

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He cradles her feet, tired with years, in his sturdy hands. Slowly, he pours water over them. Then washes them, gently with a cloth. Mostly